Fit For Your Love

"Madam, someone will send you home." It was Davis's voice, not Everett's.

Leona immediately asked, "Where's Everett? Where is he?"

Davis paused and said, "Madam, Mr. Weston is very busy."

"Busy! He's the busiest man in the world!"

"Call him and ask him to come back to me immediately. If he doesn't come back, he won't see his mother again!"

Leona hung up.

Davis listened to the busy tone on his phone, thought about it, and dialed a number.

The call was answered after three rings.

Davis said, "Mr. Weston, madam said that if you don't go back, you won't see her again."

Everett sat on the plane and looked out at the night. His eyes were as dark as the night outside.

"Tell her that I don't care if she wants to sever ties with me."

Davis paused and said, "I see."

Soon Davis told Leona what Everett said, and Leona's face turned pale.

What an unfilial son!

So disobedient!

Time ticked. As the night passed, dawn was coming.

It was 4 am. at Smil Hotel.

Joan brought the makeup artist, stylist, and head of the wedding company to Melody's room.

She knocked on the door.

There was no sound inside.

The makeup artist, the stylist, and the person in charge of the wedding all looked confused.

The wedding director said, "Is she awake?"

Since they had agreed on what time to put on makeup the next day, Melody set the alarm early.

She was afraid of oversleeping.

But now, there was no response when Joan knocked on the door. If she didn't oversleep, what happened?

"I'll make a call."

Joan picked up her phone and called Melody.

She knocked on the door as she called, her eyes filled with worry.

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It seemed that he was not the groom, but a guest at the wedding.

She was worried.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable..."

Joan frowned.

The phone was disconnected.

What happened?

She was about to continue knocking when the door opened.

Joan was stunned and looked at Melody.

Melody was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was wet behind her head. It seemed that she had just taken a bath. "Come in."

After saying this coldly, she turned around and went in.

Joan was getting more worried.

It seemed that something had happened to Melody.

The makeup artist, the stylist, and the person in charge of the wedding also felt that something was wrong with Melody.

The few of them did not speak and went in with their suitcases.

The suitcase was filled with the things they needed to make up.

Melody sat in front of the dresser, leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

They rushed over to give her a blow-dry, a manicure. Someone was responsible to make a report.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became tense.

Joan looked at the person in the mirror.

She looked very pale.

She was not angry, but she looked pale.

Melody didn't look well.

What was wrong?

What happened?

As time passed by, the sky outside gradually brightened.

Melody opened her eyes.

"Joan."

Joan looked at Melody without saying anything.

Everything was arranged before yesterday, so now she had nothing to do.

"Say it."