“Congratulations, Mr. Sky.” After a moment of hesitation, Bill’s driver, finally congratulate his boss who was sitting calmly in the backseat.
“Thank you,” Bill answered plainly.
Then a deafening silence was back inside the car.
Along with it was Bill’s thought of his wedding tomorrow that he almost forgot.
His wedding with Trishia was just a thank-you gift to her for saving his life.
It was she who asked for it and tomorrow, he would grant it to her.
A grand wedding.
Bill looked outside the street.
His black orbs were deep and unreadable.
The city lights were so vivid and the street was so busy as usual.
They were caught in traffic again.
Somehow, his mind was caught wondering about his wedding with Arabella Jones.
They said that he was married her before but not a single memory appeared in his mind.
He heaved a deep sigh.
Maybe that memory was not so important to him that is why he could not remember it.
That just meant it was not worth remembering.
