After dropping off Prescott’s medication, Niamh drove over to Neovista Realty.
She’d arranged to meet Susy there and hand over the jewelry for the wedding.
Niamh wasn’t familiar with Neovista Realty; this was her first time visiting.
Susy had messaged her on WhatsApp, explaining she was swamped with wedding preparations and couldn’t pick up the jewelry herself, so she’d sent an assistant instead. Niamh was supposed to meet the assistant at Building Three at 2 p.m.
After checking with the security guard, Niamh followed the signs, still feeling a bit lost as she searched for Building Three.
“Niamh!”
A voice called out from behind her.
She turned, and her eyes widened when she saw Julian.
But today, Julian looked different.
He was wearing a white puffer jacket, light blue jeans, and a black beanie. The usual air of a high-powered executive was gone—he looked more like an ordinary college student, someone with little experience of the world.
Niamh found herself momentarily stunned.
This was exactly how she remembered him the first time they’d met.
“What are you doing here?” she blurted out.
Julian played it cool, pretending it was just a coincidence.
The truth was, he’d been waiting for her on purpose.
“I’m here to deliver the wedding jewelry to your fiancée,” Niamh explained, lifting the gift bag in her hand. “She said her assistant would meet me in Building Three, but I haven’t found it yet.”
“It’s fine, just give it to me. I’ll take you to her.”
“Huh?”
Niamh hesitated, but Julian went on, “I was just about to see Susy anyway. Who knows if she’ll be happy with the jewelry? I’ll take you along.”
“Well… all right then.”
She followed Julian out of Neovista Realty, the two of them keeping a polite distance as they walked.
Niamh couldn’t help but notice that, even with the wedding just around the corner, Julian still called Susy by her full name.
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