The strap slipped down, and Tilly Flower turned her head to glare at the man who had woken up at some unknown time, "What?"
The light in the room was dim, and the man's face was hidden in deep shadows, the deep blue light casting a cold, austere look on his features, giving off a feeling of inorganic iciness.
He reached out and grabbed Tilly's wrist, trying to pull her back. Tilly looked at him and said calmly, "I'm about to get married."
Sophia Phoenix's body stiffened slightly, disbelief flashing in his eyes as he silently watched her.
His expression made Tilly feel somewhat amused. She fastened the hook of her bra with one hand, "Why so surprised? We've been divorced for three years. Not one month or two, but three years. Is it so strange that I'm getting remarried?"
"…With Brook Albright?"
Tilly shook her head: "My brother's business partner. The Flower Family needs to expand in the United States, and marriage alliances are necessary."
