His hands were clenched into fists. Based on the fragmented memories of Angeline in his mind, he knew she wasn't coming.
Ned's phone inside his suit rang repeatedly. He picked up the phone with his hands, which were turning blue from the cold, and glanced at the screen. It was Ingrid.
Finally, he answered, "Hello…"
"Ned, where are you? I've been calling you all day, and no one answered," said Ingrid while biting her lip.
Her voice was slightly choked up.
"A box was dropped on my foot while shooting an advertisement, so the director allowed me to take half a month off. I was thinking… Maybe we could use this time to have our wedding?"
Ned remained silent on the other end of the phone.
A strong sense of crisis hit her, but she feigned ignorance and continued, "You know Mrs. Fletcher has always wanted us to tie the knot soon. We're not young anymore, and it's time to start a family."
"Does your agency allow it?" he asked, watching the rain pour.
"I'll talk to Linda and the company about this. If not, I'll just quit the entertainment industry and become a housewife! Ned, you know, to me… you're the most important."
Ned felt a whirlwind of emotions inside him.
If Ingrid had said this before, he would have immediately gone to Ingrid with his ID and taken her to register their marriage the following day without a second thought.
But now…
"What's wrong, Ned?" Ingrid asked tentatively.
She could no longer hear the cheerfulness in his voice, and her heart pounded with anxiety when she continued, "Do you… do you not want me anymore?"
"It's not that. Don't overthink it."
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