When Eduard spoke, Arthur realized that there was someone else in the office. Kane went to the door and turned on the light. The room lit up, and the light hurt Arthur's eyes. He immediately raised his hand to rub his eyes, wipe away any moisture his fingertips touched.

"Have you been here all this time?" Arthur asked, sitting up straight.

"Well, we came to keep you company," Kane said to Arthur, standing by the sofa.

Arthur gave a wry laugh and laughed at himself. "What do you want me to do? I have nothing to do with it."

"Arthur..." knowing that he was struggling, Eduard was upset, but he couldn't say it very clearly. He picked up the wine on the table and held it up to Arthur,

"How about a drink?" owns this text.

Drink?

Arthur was not in the habit of drowning his sorrows, but Eduard's suggestion was timely.

Arthur went from his desk to the sofa and opened all the bottles. Eduard was about to ask where the glasses were when Arthur picked up a bottle of wine and began to pour it into his mouth.

Eduard and Kane were stunned.

Still nothing?!

"Arthur, slow down. You'll get drunk," Eduard said worriedly.

"Just to get drunk," Arthur said casually. "Why else would you bring wine?"

Eduard and Kane looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to say to Arthur.

With half of a bottle of red wine, Arthur could only taste the bitterness, even though the wine itself was smooth and luscious. He swallowed it, put the bottle down, and asked,

"Are you going tomorrow?"

"Where are we going?" Eduard's attention was still on the half-empty bottle. He couldn't react for a moment and asked. The next second, Kane nudged him with his elbow. Eduard glared at him and saw that his eyes looked worried, only then did he realize that he had said something wrong.

But it was too late.

Arthur smiled wryly. "Where else? Her engagement party."

Even the word "Lucia" would come with a heavy burden. Arthur no longer dared to pronounce that name but only used the word "her" instead.

Eduard wanted to slap himself, but he had to say, "No, of course not!"

"You're not going either?" Arthur asked Kane again.

"No," Kane said, shaking his head.

"One of you should go," Arthur murmured, staring at the bottle. "At least... let me know what the engagement party is like."

That was when Eduard and Kane realized that even though Arthur was in pain, he was still thinking about Lucia. Even for her engagement party, he wanted to know what was going on. But if he knew, it will only be more painful.

"Arthur, why are you being so hard on yourself?" Eduard said, frowning.

"I'm not being hard on myself. My heart is out of control..." leaning back on the sofa, Arthur looked up at the ceiling and said,

"I can't stop thinking about her. What can I do?"

"Maybe it didn't come to this. Maybe Lucia..." Kane wanted to believe Lucia, but now he didn't.

"There are no maybes. If there were maybes, you wouldn't have brought wine to keep me company. Daphne already talked to her, didn't she? It didn't turn out well, did it?" Arthur already knew it. Eduard was silent for a moment, then said awkwardly, "Yes, Lucia didn't change her mind."

"Perhaps, it is really my wishful thinking." Arthur said calmly. The people who knew him naturally can understand the bitterness in his words.

Eduard and Kane looked at each other again. They can't find the words to comfort Arthur. Eduard hesitated,

"I'm going to the engagement party tomorrow."

"I'm counting on you," Arthur said, looking at Eduard as he sat back down.

"Tsk!" Eduard finally couldn't hold back his temper anymore. Both he and Kane couldn't do anything about Arthur's discomfort. The frustration was overwhelming. He simply tutted and picked up two bottles of wine. Passing one to Kane, he said,

"No! Let's drink! Nobody stays awake tonight!"

Kane agreed with Eduard, so he took the bottle and said, "Yes, let's drink! Don't think about anything else!"

Arthur smiled, picked up the bottle and bumped it against Eduard and Kane's. The three men drank like gluttons. No one knew how long and who got drunk first, until they all lay down on the sofa.

Night gradually sank, and the shadow of moon slowly tilted, until the morning star shone and sun rose. It was a new day.

Last night, both Lucia and Helena could not sleep well. Lucia kept her eyes open until dawn, but they did not communicate anymore. Helena seemed to be angry.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Esmae and her team knocked on Lucia's door. Helena had just fallen asleep when she saw her mother and her team coming in. She was so upset that she covered her head with a quilt and went back to sleep, despite the awkwardness of the gesture. The hotel's presidential suite had a small living room, so Esmae ignored her.

In the small living room, Lucia sat on a chair after her morning shower while the makeup artist, beautician, and stylist dressed her body. She raised her face when asked to, closed her eyes when asked to, and neither resisted nor actively participated, as if the person who was about to get engaged today was not her.

Esmae knew she had a scar, but if she cooperated, she would eventually forget about Arthur. So, instead of obsessing over her attitude, she would actively discuss Lucia's makeup and clothes with the makeup team. Everyone in the small living room was busy, and Lucia was the only one sitting on a chair, in sharp contrast to their busy schedule.

At 8:00, Spencer arrived at the hotel. Although the bride and groom could not meet before the wedding, it was only the engagement party now. Feeling worried, Spencer decided to come and see the situation in person, but as soon as he came in, Esmae stopped him at the door.

"You'd better not go in. You'll only upset Lucia," said Esmae, who could see the situation clearly.

"She didn't have any objections, did she?" Spencer asked uneasily.

"Not really, just not very positive. Get yourself in the right frame of mind. After all, it wasn't easy getting her to say yes to the engagement," Esmae said bluntly.

"Ms. Wilson, I get it. I'll be touching her with my heart in the future," Spencer said, solemnly declaring his love for Lucia.

Esmae glanced at Spencer, said nothing, and sent him away in a few moments. When she returned to the room, Lucia's makeup was almost done.