Feeling annoyed, he opened the car window and lit a cigarette. But the next moment, he suddenly remembered that Estelle had a lung problem, so he threw the cigarette out and then closed the car window.

“If my memory serves me right, your wedding should be held today. Why are you here? Your wedding ceremony is to come to the concert?” Estelle inquired, brows furrowed.

“Yes, that’s it.”

“Miss Wilson’s preference is so special,” Estelle remarked.

“Yes, she is very special,” Cristofer confirmed in an annoyed tone.

Sensing the irony in his words, Estelle took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Then she looked at him in the rearview...