"Alessa’s my wife. Anyway, I know what I’m doing. I’ll inform you in advance before it’s time for the wedding." Brian looked a little impatient, and he didn't want to talk more.
"You’ve got troubles? What happened to you in Chicago?" Though angry, old Sterling felt strange. Since Brian came back and still wanted to marry Alessa, why not hold the ceremony at once? Why put it off again? Maybe he had some secret sorrow?
"Nothing. The wedding won’t be canceled. It's just going to be late. I don't think it's a problem." Brian said dryly.
“Shouldn't you explain?" Seeing that Brian was reluctant to say more, old Sterling lost his temper.
"The one needs my explanation is not here." With that, Brian turned around and walked out of the villa.
Old Sterling blazed with anger. He was about to rush
