CHAPTER 518: CHAPTER 212: THE BREAKUP AT EVE HOTEL (PART 2)

"What engagement ceremony? Tell me, they, they..." Su Ziceng felt her own panic frightening the person in front of her, she took a deep breath, temporarily dispelling the chaos in her mind.

"You’re referring to Count Pello and the Countess, their wedding is the day after tomorrow, starting at three in the afternoon. If you’re looking for them, you can check the flower garden in the inner courtyard, where the couple is supposed to be supervising the venue setup today," said the staff member, just as the woman guest proceeded straight to the inner courtyard.

"What a strange guest," the staff member thought, looking at the ground, where a cluster of red roses had been scattered, the small buds not yet fully bloomed, tossed carelessly onto the floor. The woman guest was even stranger; she seemed eager to rush to the inner courtyard, yet she suddenly stopped as if afraid of something.

Then, the woman guest turned to look at the engagement photo again, bit her lip fiercely, as if making an extremely difficult decision, and ran towards the inner courtyard.

The flower garden was adorned with a floral arch, white, pink, and purple balloons, transforming it into a sea of wedding celebrations. The champagne tower was neatly set up, and even the wedding angels’ fountain statues were placed in the proper spots. Colorful ribbons, and a lawn trimmed as smooth as cashmere, Eve Hotel’s inner courtyard garden, was all ready, awaiting the esteemed guests coming to the ceremony in two days.

The venue staff were praising the fruits of their labor from the past days, agreeing that the engaged couple could really be described as a match made in heaven, even more outstanding than the British Prince and his Princess.

They had personally prepared for the wedding, the bride in particular, overseeing every minor detail, busy inspecting her bridesmaids’ gowns, while the gentlemanly groom was conducting a final check of everything in the courtyard.

Count Pello was staring blankly at a cluster of tied-up rose arches; all matters concerning the wedding were ready. Everything was going well; just yesterday, he had formally accepted his title, the manor, and everything that was rightfully his.

At this moment, he should have been proud. However, his heart lacked the joy one feels after successful revenge; he still remembered the determination it took that morning, when he woke up, to leave Su Ziceng behind.

The fiery red roses before him reminded him of that passionate woman. That night, he was the one who made her a woman, but what would she think once she knew everything?

"Pello..." the woman’s voice behind him pulled Pello’s thoughts back, that intimately familiar voice, crying out his name beneath him with abandon, that very night.

Su Ziceng never expected she would find Pello so easily. It was as effortless as if he’d been waiting for her at Eve Hotel on purpose.

Before his and Wen Maixue’s engagement ceremony, he owed Su Ziceng another ceremony—a breakup ceremony.

It was said that the Countess requested to hold the engagement ceremony at Eve Hotel, to commemorate the dance she and the Earl had once shared.

Su Ziceng found it somewhat funny, for a shared dance, because on that night, she was Pello’s true dance partner. But none of this mattered anymore, as she had failed to replace Wen Maixue and walk to the end with Pello.

That was probably her retribution: a Cinderella who stole the Prince from a Princess was destined to meet a bad end. So, at that time, she was already fated to lose Pello.

The smile of Pello, the man who took away the chill of an avalanche by calling out her name, had vanished, leaving her with only a muddy darkness before her eyes. Su Ziceng’s legs began to give way, as if she wasn’t standing amidst the fragrant flowers of an engagement scene, but in a muddy, treacherous swamp.

Every relationship’s demise is different for each individual and what they must endure.

When Hang Yishao and she broke up, it could be considered amicable, at least that’s what Su Ziceng believed. But what could her breakup with Pello be called?

Resentment, or anger, or perhaps sorrow, surged between them like a tidal wave at this moment.

Su Ziceng thought she had been wrong; all this time, it was only her who acted without control. Pello before her was still his usual gracious self, showing no signs of being forced.

His suit was sleek and neat, without a single wrinkle. His eyes were also tranquil, without guilt or hesitation, an openness that frightened her.