Time flew by.
Sylvia Sterling and Jude Langley's feelings for each other continued to deepen during those peaceful days.
The rings they wore on the middle finger of their left hands were a constant declaration of their claim on each other to everyone around them.
In the blink of an eye, Friday evening arrived.
In the living room of the Langley family's villa, Mrs. Langley kept glancing out the window.
Across from her, Mr. Langley, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, leisurely sipped his tea.
"What are you so anxious about? Didn't Jude say he wouldn't be home until six?"
Mrs. Langley smoothed her hair. "I just can't believe Jude and Sylvie actually got together."
Mr. Langley set down his teacup and chuckled. "Do you not know your own son? All these years he refused to get married—wasn't it because he was waiting for Sylvia Sterling?"
Hearing this, Mrs. Langley let out a soft sigh. "I thought he had let her go long ago."
