Chapter 421

If not for that investment deal, he wouldn't even bother pretending to tolerate her.

This kind of woman—climbing the social ladder while putting on airs of purity—was utterly tedious.

But now that she'd dropped the act, she became even less interesting.

Ryan Cunningham suppressed his irritation and forced an excited expression. "Emily, you're here. Sit with me."

He scooted over, making space for her in the center of the sofa.

The private room erupted in teasing cheers.

"Mrs. Cunningham is here!"

"Look at Ryan—already whipped before marriage!"

"Since when does Ryan follow orders like this?"

Emily Lowell's lips curled slightly as she gracefully settled onto the couch in her stilettos.

Ryan handed her a fruit platter, and a flicker of triumph flashed in her eyes.

So what if Alexander Valdemar had woken up?

That cold-hearted man would never treat Sophia Laurent with kindness.

He was probably only staying married because of Patriarch Valdemar's pressure.

Not like Ryan, who knew how to make her shine.

Emily accepted a wine glass and, under everyone's envious gazes, speared an apple slice to feed him.

"Try it?"

Ryan leaned in dramatically. "Thanks, wifey."

"Who's your wife?" She playfully swatted his arm, her ears turning pink.

The room exploded with laughter.

"Ryan's done for!"

"Emily's got him wrapped around her finger!"

"When's the wedding?"

Emily pretended to be flustered and bolted for the door.

Ryan watched her exaggerated exit with disdain.

Still, he chased after her.

"Emily, they were just joking—"

The hallway lights were dim. Emily suddenly spun around.

Ryan collided with her before he could react.

Her chest pressed against him. His lips twisted into a sneer.

"You hurt me!" Emily whined, pounding his chest with fake tears.