Chapter 1209:

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In Fusciadal, unlike other regions, registering a marriage made divorce a complex affair, notably due to the obligatory waiting period before finalization.

Having already been ensnared by this rule once, Kimberly was resolved not to repeat her previous mistake.

However, as she descended the stairs, the scene in the living room took her by surprise. Lowe, who had been noticeably inebriated just the night before, was now impeccably dressed and comfortably seated on the sofa. He was engaged in a lively game of chess and sipping tea with Dotson. The pair were immersed in conversation, their laughter filling the room.

Kimberly paused, taken aback by Lowe’s early morning vigor. She approached, offering a respectful greeting to Dotson. “Good morning, Dotson.”

“You’re awake! Excellent, let’s have some breakfast. Once you’ve eaten, head back to Javille. Isn’t the wedding tomorrow? Lowe, make sure everything is going smoothly there, and bring your wife back promptly afterward. The wedding here must proceed, and there are pressing company matters that await your attention.”

Dotson’s initially jovial expression shifted as he caught Lowe poised to place a black chess piece in a potentially winning position. He quickly clasped Lowe’s wrist, feigning a reprimand.

Under normal circumstances, this would have been trivial, but losing a chess match in front of his future granddaughter-in-law could prove too embarrassing.

Lowe, familiar with Dotson’s playful antics, smirked, gently pulled back his hand, and placed the chess piece on the board. He then rose slowly.

“You’re right, Grandfather. We’ll join you for breakfast and then head out. We won’t let anything delay tomorrow’s wedding.”

“That’s the spirit,” Dotson responded, a subtle relief in his tone as he stood and made his way toward the dining room.

Kimberly watched Lowe, her expression a mix of emotions. When Lowe looked her way, she lowered her voice and asked, “Have you reached a decision?”

Lowe’s smile was tinged with sadness as he locked eyes with her. “Yes, I’ve made my choice. Even if you stand beside me, your heart remains elsewhere. I found it in my heart to finally let you go. While I cannot wish happiness for both of us, I sincerely wish it for you, Kimberly. May you find the joy you deserve.”

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On the flight bound for Javille, a flight attendant handed a blanket to the young woman wearing dark sunglasses. Her long hair cascaded effortlessly over her shoulders, and her small, delicate face was mostly obscured by the oversized sunglasses. Even with much of her face hidden, her delicate features stood out. It was clear that she was quite beautiful.

“Here you go, miss—your blanket.”

“Thank you,” Kimberly said with a polite smile.

Taking the blanket, she gracefully draped it over her legs. Kimberly cast a sideways glance at the man beside her, her lips pressing into a thin line. The man was absorbed in his laptop, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard.

They had barely exchanged a word since parting ways with Dotson. Kimberly wondered what was going through Lowe’s mind.

Focused on handling business affairs for the group, Lowe didn’t look up until he was finished. Then, as if sensing Kimberly’s gaze, he turned and met her eyes. “Something on your mind?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

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