Inside the Moonlight lounge, Richard and Jackson were already there.


    Jackson looked like he was having a rough day, hunched over his phone, busy texting someone back and barely ncing up. When he finally checked the group chat, he frowned and shot Richard a look.


    "Hey, did you hear the rumor? Apparently, Dn just got married?"


    Richard, half-asleep on the sofa, just swallowed and muttered, "Married to who?"


    Women from all over had tried to get close to Dn. Unless it was the one he actually wanted, he''d never agree to marry. Honestly, who started this nonsense?


    Jackson tossed his phone aside and thought for a second. "It''s probably because Walter''s been going through all those society girls'' profilestely. Everyone knows Dn''s supposed to have his marriage settled in the next couple of weeks, so the rumors are flying. I just wonder which one Walter will end up picking."


    He shot a sideways nce at Richard. "Richard, did you already know who Dn actually likes-"


    He didn''t get to finish. The door burst open and Nichs strolled in, looking like he was on top of the world. You could tell he wanted everyone to ask what he''d been up to before he got here.


    Jackson couldn''t help but feel a little sorry for Scarlette. Out of everyone, she''d crossed paths with Nichs the king of acting without thinking.


    Nichs flopped down on the sofa, slinging an arm over the back. He was practically radiating good mood.


    "So, you guys got Dn''s message too? He called us all here out of nowhere- what''s he nning?"


    Dn was never into this kind of thing. Usually, they had to beg him three or four times to even show up. They all figured he was just too much of a lone wolf.


    Richard poured himself a drink, swirling the ss in his hand. "Who knows? Didn''t you hear he''s supposed to get married soon? Maybe he wants us to introduce him to someone. Maybe he''s looking for the right kind of girl."


    Nichs, ever the simple one, actually started thinking seriously about it-like, who would be good enough for Dn?


    He even considered women he knew overseas—aplished, beautiful, smart. Maybe he could help Dn out, as long as she fit whatever Walter wanted.


    Watching Nichs get all thoughtful, Richard almostughed. This guy was hopelessly slow sometimes.


    He was about to make a joke when the door opened again—and in came Dn.


    Aiden was right behind him, pushing Dn''s wheelchair with quiet respect. Once Dn was inside, Aiden backed out and gently closed the door.


    Dn rolled up to the coffee table, eyeing the bottles lined up.


    Richard was about to ask what was going on when Dn spoke first. "What do you guys want to drink? Tonight''s on me."


    sure he''d misheard.


    Richard frozes


    Dn, offering to treat? That was


    new. Usually, Dn was the quietest


    guy in the room, never the one to


    ven


    initiate. It wasn''t that he was stingy-it just wasn''t like him to be


    this enthusiastic.


    Jackson couldn''t resist. "What''s got into you? In that case, I want the oldest bottle you''ve got here. You know, the one you never let us touch.”


    Dn had a couple bottles stashed here-rare ones he''d picked up at auctions, more for Moonlight''s reputation than for drinking. You couldn''t buy them, no matter how much you offered.


    Jackson was half-joking, but Dn just smiled, a small, real smile. “Sure.”


    Even Richard was surprised—and he was usually the one who kept his cool.


    He set his ss down, suddenly serious. "Did something happen? Did Walter finally push you over the


    edge? You always said you''d opet


    open those bottles for a major celebration. Unless you''re getting married."


    As soon as he said it, Dn reached into his suit jacket and pulled out two little


    red marriage certificates, setting them on the table like they were gold bars.