Katie Poole hadn't had time to answer Wyatt Perry's question when a deep, magnetic male voice sounded upstairs: "She is my future wife."
"Lucas..." Upon seeing the newcomer, Katie Poole's eyes lit up, she wiped away her tears, stood up, and quickly walked toward the staircase.
Wyatt Perry raised his head and followed the source of the voice; a handsome, mixed-race guy was standing on the stairs, and Katie Poole wrapped her arm around his.
When Katie Poole looked back at Wyatt Perry, her expression was clearly tinged with a touch of pride, and her slightly upturned lips seemed to say, you may not want me, but plenty of men do, and they're not worse than you.
Katie Poole led Lucas in front of Wyatt Perry, joyfully introducing: "Dear, this is Wyatt Perry, he and I grew up together, we're good friends."
As Katie Poole introduced Wyatt Perry, Lucas's bright blue eyes were sizing him up, his chin slightly elevated, and his expression bore a trace of disdain.
