ht off the chilly autumn wind. Tony alighted and walked over to Abigails' side. A small smile lined his lips when he opened the door but his eyes were distant when he

ng her stiff and cramp. As if given permission, the microphones and cameras were all around her, she felt hot from their closeness and the blinding camera flashes as soon as the sole

onventional sense, but he had that appearance that could make him stand out in the crowd. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable, green eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light-toned face. His eyes wer

all were his frame and his stature, which had girls swooning over him. Abigail's eyes caught Ivys'. A fresh resolve meandered through her. She couldn't disappoint the woman who treated her like a real daughter. She fo

hook. Her next question seemed to have been stuck in her throat but then, another

r family?" Abigail wasn't dumb to not understand the subtle scorn in the reporters' words. Among the elites, she was

ad an innocent smile on her face when she spoke and not only were gasps heard but even Tony was thrown in the dust. How could he have perceived the frail-looking girl to speak with such intellect? The smile on the report

, will wither and be blown by the wind but an acquaintance, if nurtured, will bloom into everlasting love, good day," she said with a sweet smile, holding onto Tony's arm. The

a private room at the luxury hotel. Displeasure chased away thei

hen it came to looks, he had it too. He was also smart and had been able to drive most of Tony's smart women away, leav

f it," he assured his father,

or elite, he could tell when a woman was endowed with wisdom but Richard thought di

, the outgoing President Ivy Wrights, together with the Incoming President, Tony Wright and his little wife Abigail Wright. With the swiftness of the wind, Richard had developed a keen interest in Abigail. He was curious to k

dazed by all the camera flashes, her dizziness soaring. Ivy was a sensitive woman, getting to her on time. "Let me get you to somewhere quiet. The rest is for the me

gestion. Tony hadn't spared her a glance since they began the transitional process and she wasn'

the ladies room but Tony gave them no breathing space, sending spies after them. At events like this, the enemies would never rest so the victim had

o complete the transition process. Indeed, Abigail was happy. The garden was enormous but she thought it could be better. In

Whereas, his accent and posture betrayed him as someone from one of the elite families. "I don't own the garden and neither do I own the bench," she retorted flatly. These elites were known to look down on commoners

me right, then you don't know who you are. The Wrights own this hotel and so does Mrs Wright," he let out an enchanting smile but Abig

ile, he spoke, "you are too young to be entangled in this marriage

ponded, still absentminde

ing. Abigail wasn't expecting Tony to love her. She didn't love h

there?" Abigail returned her attention to him while she spoke, recalling she had se

ll Richard could make out of it was the notion that she was also in love with Tony like the

would take that hope to an early grave. Look, I'm ready to pay you any amount so that yo

ience with money. "That sounds juicy, seeming we don't love each other but no. You see, there's more to life than money and fame. Since you hav

chard debunked her theory but she could tell that there was more

sister or marry him yourself?" Abigail didn't try to be polite. Tony migh

nse of humour, Mrs Wright but neither of the above

ways beyond the understanding of the commoners. "Then I beg of you, to k

as if they were flirting but Abigail was so distant. Coming to terms with the fact that his plan wouldn't work, he said

ook like am in prison?" The frown lining her pale face

d the financial offer, he tried to bite on her conscience. "No, but a loveless marriage is worse than a dungeon. Let me set you free." He had succe

t voice roared beside them, feeding Rich