Chapter 1211

With a wine glass in hand, Mylo clinked glasses with Delmor, a note of wistfulness woven into his voice.

“Remarkable, this estate. Its grandeur is unrivaled, emanating a fragrance of blossoms that mingles

with the opulence of the sprawling lawn. And that artificial beach with its azure expanse-it’s truly

something to behold. My own wedding might just surpass this splendor.”

Delmor glanced sidelong at Mylo, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

“Your wedding? I might just beat you to it. It’s unusual to see you at such an event without a lady by

your side. But perhaps it’s for the best, given the gravity of this occasion.”

Mylo’s gaze shifted towards a woman perched on a swing nearby.

“Then let’s make a pact-whoever finds himself walking down the aisle first wins.”

Delmor’s gaze followed the trajectory of Mylo’s stare, his brows furrowing in contemplation.

“Are you genuinely serious this time?”

A nonchalant flick of his wine glass marked Mylo’s response, accompanied by an assured tone.

“Absolutely. The instant she becomes my paramour, the road to marriage beckons. We share a similar

social standing, and my investigations deem her an upstanding young woman.

Besides, her parents are entrenched in political circle. You comprehend my rationale, I’m sure.”

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Certainly, Delmor understood the unspoken implications of Mylo’s words. However, the sentiment

remained that even if marriage materialized, the allure of extramarital affairs would persist.

“How’s the progress, then?”

Mylo’s brows knitted together as he mulled over the question, his demeanor subtly perturbed by its

implications.

“We’ve shared meals and taken in a film together. A different bouquet of flowers graces her presence

every day. I’ve adhered to a routine of timely text messages-morning, noon, and night. Whenever

feasible, I’ve offered her rides to and from the hospital.”

Delmor turned his gaze towards Mylo, squinting in a manner that suggested he found Mylo’s actions

surprisingly sincere.

“Don’t give me that look. I haven’t won her over completely yet.

There’s a considerable journey ahead. But you needn’t be concerned.

There isn’t a woman I can’t win over. Sooner or later, I’ll make her memories of the one she loves fade

into obscurity.”

Delmor’s hand instinctively met the back of his head, his expression tinged with concern.

“Forget it. You might end up regretting it if one day Bruce unexpectedly reciprocates her love and she

decides to choose him.”

“Do you have so little faith in me? Let me assure you, I won’t be bested by Bruce. I possess an allure

that resonates with numerous women, a testament to my prowess.”

Delmor conceded, waving his hands in surrender.

“All right, I trust your judgment.”