Vrie widened her eyes in surprise. "Alright, but there are a lot of questions here. It might take me a day or two to finish. You''re not in a hurry, are you?"


    "No rush, but the sooner, the better. I really appreciate your help," Damon said.


    Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Vrie smiled. "It''s no trouble at all. I''m happy to help with the wedding preparations."


    After parting ways with Damon, Vrie returned to her office.


    As soon as she sat down, her phone rang. It was Brandon.


    "Vrie, what did my uncle want? Did he give you a hard time?" he asked.


    Hearing the tension in his voice, Vrie set the file down. "Why would you think he would give me a hard time?"


    There was a brief silence before Brandon spoke again, his voice low. "I was worried he might me you for my decision to leave the Sumner Group."


    "You''re overthinking it. He asked me to help with something unrted. If there''s nothing else, I''m hanging up," Vrie replied.


    "Vrie " Brandon began.


    Before he could finish, Vrie ended the call.


    Hearing the disconnected tone, Brandon smiled helplessly and put his phone away.


    Two dayster, Vriepleted Damon''s questionnaire. For the questions she wasn''t sure about, she casually brought them up with N to get urate answers.


    She handed thepleted form to Damon. "This questionnaire nearly drained me. You better make this wedding perfect. I don''t want my hard work to go to waste!" Damon took the document, his expression serious. "Thank you. Don''t worry. I''ll make sure N has the perfect wedding."


    "Then I''ll be looking forward to it," Vrie replied.


    Back at his office, Damon reviewed Vrie''s answers carefully before calling Spencer and the wedding nners to go over the details.


    ...


    For the next several days, Damon was out early and homete,pletely absorbed in the wedding ns.


    By Friday night, he had another long meeting with the wedding nners and didn''t return home until after 10:00 p.m.


    He was surprised to find N still awake, watching TV on the couch.


    "N, why are you still up? It''ste," Damon asked.


    Since bing pregnant, N had been sleeping much earlier-sometimes even by 8:00 p.m.


    N turned to him, her expression serious. "Come here. We need to talk."


    Damon changed his shoes and sat beside her. "What''s wrong?"


    "You tell me. Why have you been working sote every night? Every time I call Spencer, he says you''re still at the office, but I asked the other shareholders, and they said there aren''t any major projects right now. Are you just using work as an excuse to avoiding home?" she asked.


    Seeing the frustration in her eyes, Damon reached out to pull her into his arms, but she pulled away.


    "Not until you exin yourself," she demanded.


    Even when upset, she was adorable.


    Damon coaxed, "N, you''re pregnant. You shouldn''t be getting so worked up."


    N red at him. "If you know that,


    why have you beening homet


    Pregnancy had made her more sensitive, and with Damon barely home, even small things felt more upsetting.


    Damon sighed. "I haven''t actually


    been working. I''ve been nning et


    something else. But I can''t tell you yet. You''ll find out soon enough."


    She frowned. "Why can''t you tell me now? Why must it wait?"


    "Because I want it to be a surprise for you. If I tell you now, it won''t be a surprise, will it?" Damon replied.