Noah waited in a private room on the second floor of the cafe. He didn''t have to wait long before Cynthia arrived.


    She was dressed in casual clothes, her long hair down, her face free of makeup, and she wore a pair of simple framed sses. It was clear she had rushed out, not even bothering with contact lenses.


    But seeing her like this, so natural and unadorned, made Noah feel a sense of closeness and familiarity.


    "Sorry, I''ve been taking it easy at home these past couple of days and just woke up. I rushed right over when I got your call," Cynthia said, sitting across from him and rubbing her head a bit sheepishly.


    Noah just smiled and shook his head, ordering a cappino for her.


    Cynthia thanked him with a smile and began stirring sugar into her coffee with a small spoon. She had always liked her coffee extra sweet, even as a child.


    "Noah, is something urgent?" she asked.


    "Cynthia, your parents came to my house to discuss our marriage. Was that their idea, or... was it yours?" Noah asked, his voice soft and low, as if afraid of startling her.


    Cynthia paused for a moment before answering. "It was my parents'' idea. But they asked for my opinion first."


    As she spoke, her eyes started to redden. "They knew how unpleasant things got between our families when the engagement was broken before. I never thought Mr. Thompson and your mother would be willing to forgive us. And you know, after my miscarriage... my health hasn''t been the same. I might not be able to have children again. If that''s a problem, I can tell my parents to call it off. I would never want to be a burden to you..."


    Before she could finish, Noah had moved to her side, pulling her into a heartbroken embrace.


    "Cynthia, I''m so sorry. It''s all my fault. I just... I feel like I''m not good enough for you."


    "No, you''re not. You''ve always been the best in my eyes..." Cynthia sobbed, leaning against his chest.


    The news that the Thompson and Scott families were once again joining in marriage quickly became the talk of the town.


    Since neither of them was particrly young, the wedding was scheduled quickly.


    Although it was Noah''s second


    marriage, it was Cynthia''s first. And since both families were prominent the wedding was nned to be a grand affair.


    As Noah''s only brother, Bet naturally had to attend, and Yvonne, of course, would apany him.


    After her film wrapped, Yvonne hadn''t taken on another project, asionally shooting amercial or appearing as a guest on a variety show. Life was leisurely.


    Bet had been busy at the base and only managed to get a single day of leave


    for Noah''s wedding.


    Early that morning, Helen woke Bet and Yvonne.


    "Breakfast is ready. Make sure you eat well before you go. The food at these weddings all for


    show-looks much better than it tastes," Helen advised as she set the table.


    Bullet sat by the dining table, hisrge tail wagging nonstop.


    Yvonne had been sleeping intely without any workmitments. Waking up so


    early was a bit of a shock, and she sat at the table, yawning repeatedly.


    Bet ced a bowl of porridge in front of her and asked with a smile, "Want me to feed you?"


    “I have hands and feet. Why would I need you to feed me?” Yvonne retorted, picking up her spoon and giving him a puzzled look.


    "Well, you wereiningst night that your hand was sore," Bet said casually as he served himself some food.


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