Everyone turned their heads and saw a line of cars arriving for the wedding procession, stopping at the entrance.
The door of the lead car was opened, and Ellis, dressed in a suit, got out with a dark expression on his face.
Upon seeing him, Mary blinked in disbelief and screamed inwardly.
She thought he wasn't coming.
Ellis walked up to her, ignoring the people around him.
Mary's father's hand froze midair before he hurriedly lowered it, and then he smiled ingratiatingly. "Mr. Ellis, was there a traffic jam on the way?"
He was making an excuse for Ellis.
But Ellis just sneered, saying flatly, "I woke up late."
There was indeed a look of fatigue on his face as if he hadn't slept all night. He seemed somewhat haggard. Anyone with eyes could see his displeasure with the marriage.
Still, he had come after all.
Mary's father laughed awkwardly. "It's not late at all. I'm so glad you could come."
