In her past life, Jessie Sterling moved abroad for Julian Grant, only to have him break his promise and stand her up late at night for another woman on her birthday.

Reborn into this life, Jessie Sterling personally severed her past adoration and affection, and instead entered a marriage of convenience with Victor Morgan, the heir to a century-old prestigious family in Aethelburg, a match approved by her family.

She had originally thought it would just be a marriage for mutual benefit, and that they would treat each other with polite respect after the wedding.

People in their social circle were not very optimistic about this newlywed couple with vastly different personalities.

Until one day, some friends paid a late-night visit.

By the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the Four Joys Courtyard, a group of people saw the man who dominated the business world by day having his knee stepped on. He held a bottle of cat-eye nail polish and was currently bowing his head, diligently painting the toenails of the foot resting on his knee.
"Is this okay?"

With a coquettish air, Jessie Sterling glanced down, her chin slightly raised like a spirited little peacock, "Well, it's passable, I suppose. But I think it could use another coat?"

Victor Morgan was almost driven to laugh in exasperation by her words. After setting down Jessie Sterling's leg, he moved forward, planting his hands on either side of her, his eyes deep and dark as he said in a low voice, "Mrs. Morgan, that's enough!"

Before Jessie Sterling could react, in the next moment, the man had already leaned in and captured the red lips before him that had been tempting him for so long.

"Mrs. Morgan, don't you think this... is what really needs another coat of color?"

The group of people who had just walked through the courtyard entrance froze on the spot. How the hell could this be called... treating each other with polite respect?

When Julian Grant finished speaking, an expression of utter disbelief crossed Jessie Sterling's face.


Jessie Sterling was sure she hadn't misheard. At that moment, she had only one thought—


How else could he ask such an absurd question?


Jessie Sterling frowned, and without waiting for Julian Grant to reply, she continued, "I think you're genuinely sick. Not sleeping in the middle of the night, and you run over here to say this to me? Why would I go to the United States with you? Am I not married? And even if I were to leave Southaven, I would be going to Aethelburg. Julian Grant, don't you dare throw a drunken fit here."


Jessie Sterling's warning was delivered bluntly.


Chapter 92 - Chapter 92: "Why Weren't You Here?