He had barely finished speaking when Karina, in a revealing low-cut dress, sauntered past us.
Without hesitation, he shoved me toward Uncle Kinsley and chased after her.
In the past, I would have done everything in my power to help him.
I’d lost count of how many times I drank until I suffered from stomach ulcers just to close a deal for him.
But this time, I said nothing about Brandon.
Instead, I handed Uncle Kinsley an invitation to my wedding with Wesley.
Looking at the invitation card, Uncle Kinsley was surprised, so I got no choice but to tell him everything.
After hearing the full story, his face darkened with anger. “It’s about time you ended things. Over the years, you’ve done so much for him, yet he still refused to marry you. To be honest, Brandon doesn’t deserve you.”
Before I could respond, another voice chimed in confidently. “Mr. Kinsley, it’s not about who deserves who. I won’t let Serena’s past define her. I love her, and I’m willing to accept everything about her.”
Brandon's hand rested on my shoulder, trying to show how good he was to me in front of Mr. Kinsley.
The crumpled shirt and sudden kiss marks on Brandon’s neck gave everything away.