"Oh! It's disgusting!"

The stubborn young man almost vomited along, angrily howling loudly. The expensive brand-name shirt, just bought and worn for the first time, has not been settled for two hours in a row.

The two men at the table with him both covered their noses and grimaced, shaking their heads away from him.

"Brother Utan, we leave it all to you!"

Remeo rested her head on the man's neck, eyes closed, belching every now and then. She was so drunk that her legs were soft, and when she caught a solid support point, she fell asleep with peace of mind. The young man grimaced, wanting to push Remeo away from him, but when he heard her whisper a few curse words, his expression suddenly stiffened.

"Utan Telus... Utan Telus!"

Remeo didn't know how long he slept soundly. When she woke up, her head hurt and her limbs were heavy. The scent of short-scented dragon fruit gently wafted around the bridge of Remeo's nose, instantly waking her up from sleep. Remeo sat up, finding the soft light shining right in front of her. With one hand she held her head, the other groped around to find her phone.

Suddenly, Remeo's hand touched a soft, hard object. She jumped, trying to regain her composure and looked again. Once he determined what it was, Remeo was stunned for a long time, and finally shouted:

"Who? Who are you? Why are you lying on my bed?"

The other, who was woken up by Remeo's screams, exasperatedly said:

"It's too noisy! Get some order!"

He was bare-chested, his skin as white as a girl's, his deep back groove running down to his hips, his messy platinum hair, his muscular, toned biceps hugging his handsome face. Two people lying next to each other, covered with a blanket, clothes are neatly folded in a corner of the closet.

Remeo fearfully looked down at her body, discovered that she was wearing a black nightgown that had not yet been tagged, and stammered, unable to speak:

"You... you're so perverted!"

She grabbed the white sleeping pillow and hit the man repeatedly. In pain, he sat up, grabbed the pillow and threw it to the ground. When their eyes met, Remeo and this man's breathing suddenly became erratic. She crouched in a corner, pulling the blanket over her body, like an instinctive makeshift defense.

"Don't worry! I just help you change clothes, the rest don't do anything!"

Remeo was made more embarrassed by this statement. He called her sister, but in terms of looks, Remeo wasn't much older. She took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"I was drunk yesterday? But you... How can I trust you?"

Knowing that Remeo was still doubtful, the corner of the man's lips slowly curved up. Before Remeo had time to regain consciousness, his whole body was immediately pushed down on the bed by him, his strong arms gripping her soft body between them.

Remeo was shocked, her small hand pressed against his chest, angrily scolded:

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"Pervert! Let go!"

His hot breath brushed the skin of Remeo's face. Within these distinctive two-color hybrid eyes, Remeo could sense some extremely complex vigilance.

"Po Remeo, twenty-six years old, the only daughter of the Trinh family. Tomorrow, this lady will board a flower car to her husband's house. Her future husband is Utan Telus, the great young lady of the Utan clan. Yes, grandma. Old lady?"

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, deliberately raising his voice to challenge and tease Remeo. She was so angry that her face was purple and blue, and just wanted to swing her fist to punch him a few times, but her small hands were immediately locked by the other side, using more force.

"The lady's wedding the day after tomorrow, I'm really looking forward to!"

Remeo didn't understand the meaning behind his words, just stared blankly without blinking.

The handsome man let go of her, put on his jacket, and did not forget to point at the dirty shirt that was thrown on the floor:

"Take it home and clean it up. We'll see each other again!"

On the way home, Remeo's mind kept popping up with this strange man. His demeanor exudes peach blossom, youthful rebelliousness. Although her hair is dyed platinum, and her ears are pierced, it is these hybrid eyes that clearly show maturity mixed with arrogance. The two extremes were completely opposite, making Remeo feel extremely curious.

Seeing that his daughter had returned, Mr. Potter breathed a sigh of relief. Waking up early in the morning, hearing the employee say that she had gone all night and did not return, he was worried in his heart. The phone call to the phone also did not have a signal, making Potter's intestines and liver hot like fire.

"Hurry up and prepare for the wedding. Tomorrow the groom's family will come to pick up the bride soon!"

He pulled Remeo's hand, giving urgent instructions. People were walking around, preparing to decorate the wedding party. Remeo's face was cold, not as happy as other brides when she was about to return to her husband's house.

She waved her hand and shook her head wearily.

"Isn't the party scheduled to begin at nine o'clock tomorrow, Father?"

Mr. Potter glanced at his watch and coughed a few times.

"Lady Utan called, wanted to pick up the bride sooner. It is said that the second young master Utan Matiew has returned, after attending the party, he will leave immediately!"

"Utan Matiew? Why haven't you heard from Telus about this man!"

Remeo asked his father in surprise. From the time they knew each other until they were married for three years, Remeo had never heard of this Utan Matiew name, let alone met him.

Second Master Utan Matiew... is Utan Telus' younger brother?

Mr. Potter nodded and explained:

"Utan Matiew is the stepchild of Lady Utan, settled in America since childhood. It is said that Utan Matiew is the same age as Telus, but the will to go forward is just an empty number!"

Thinking for a moment, Mr. Potter continued to add:

"He's a playboy, passionate about racing, and hangs out with a bunch of bad guys. Perhaps, the Utan family's fortune depends on Telus alone!"

Utan Telus agreed, then went to his own room. When she remembered that she had turned off her phone since last night, the screen after restarting showed nearly twenty missed calls. All belong to the number of Utan Telus.

Ring Ring...

As soon as he mentioned him, the phone rang loudly. Remeo reluctantly answered the phone, quite superficial attitude:

"Um... is something wrong?"

Utan Telus paused for a moment, then cautiously asked:

"Where are you going to turn off your phone? Do you know how worried I am for you?"

Remeo almost vomited, smirking and replied:

"I fell asleep!"

"..."

"Okay! Why do your parents want to pick up the bride sooner?"

Utan Telus answered without hesitation:

"My brother suddenly came back. My parents are going to have a reception tonight first. You should get ready, I'll come pick you up in two hours!"

"YES!"

Remeo just coldly said "yeah", then hung up.

Only long snarls remained on the other end of the line, but Utan Telus's expression was still blank. Sitting behind him, Lisera nuzzled her lover's neck, singing provocatively:

"What's wrong? You don't look so happy!"

Utan Telus let out a loud hiss, angrily throwing his phone on the bed. For the past two days, Remeo's attitude has changed continuously, sometimes meek, gentle, obediently obedient to him like a puppy; sometimes cold, superficial, disgusted with him.

Utan Telus got up, got ready to go home. As he tied his tie, he said in a low voice:

"The wedding is tomorrow, you should also go to the Po family to congratulate. Be a little wise, don't let Remeo suspect!"

Lisera lowered her head and smiled mockingly:

"She's stupid, I can handle it! Telus, you can rest assured!"