Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon-Chapter 192: Unhappy

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Chapter 192: Unhappy

Abigail shook her head and smiled, not wanting him to know how disappointed she was, but she couldn’t completely hide her sadness. Sawyer could already see it in her eyes.

"Abby, don’t worry. We’re still getting married tomorrow at this house." Sawyer briefly paused as he noticed Abigail’s previously worried expression begin to brighten.

His lips curled into a smile as he continued, "I’ve arranged everything, and my team has prepared the backyard garden for our big day."

"We’re going to sign our papers here, in this house?" She was surprised that Sawyer chose this location for their wedding, realizing it meant he would expose his current residence location to his family.

"Yes. This house holds many beautiful memories, and I want our wedding to be held here," Sawyer explained, smiling as he lifted his hand to touch her cheek.

Seeing her cheeks turn pink, he continued, "After we sign the papers, we’ll have a lunch party in the outdoor garden with our close family and friends. I hope you don’t mind having our wedding in this place."

Abigail hurriedly shook her head. "No. No... Of course, I don’t mind. I agree with you. This place holds so many good memories for us."

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Sawyer took a deep breath, leaned back on the sofa, and stared at the ceiling. He appeared lost in thought, his expression shifting to one of sadness.

"What’s wrong? You should be happy, right?" Abigail asked, confused, looking at his mood drop again.

After a few more seconds had passed, Sawyer finally glanced at her.

"I still feel sulky. We can’t go on our honeymoon right away, and the thought of those people bothering us puts me in a bad mood. I just wanted to spend time with you and enjoy our honeymoon in a secluded place, away from everyone."

Abigail smiled silently, noticing how disappointed he seemed. She remained quiet, allowing him to express his annoyance.

"And the day after we get married, we must fulfill Granda Philips’ request. He insists on visiting your grandma immediately. I wish we could avoid it, but I don’t think we can. I already told him to wait until next week after our honeymoon, but he refused. Damn, that old man is starting to annoy me again."

Sawyer took a deep breath, sat straight, and turned to face Abigail. He held both her hands.

"I’m frustrated with Grandpa Philips. He’s so impatient. How can he not wait a week? Why does he insist on visiting Orange Town right after our wedding?"

Abigail chuckled, amused by Sawyer’s expression.

"Gosh, Sawyer Jones, why are you scolding me?"

"Ugh, sorry, my little wife..." He grinned and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I’m just frustrated with Grandpa Philips. The DNA test hasn’t come out yet, but he’s already acting like he’s your biological grandpa."

"Well, it doesn’t matter. I believe he is my real grandpa. Grandma said the jewelry she gave me was from someone very endeared to her. The love of her life. And I showed Grandpa Philips the picture of the said jewelry, and he immediately recognized it as the engagement gift he gave to Grandma."

"What jewelry?" Sawyer frowned, surprised that Abigail hadn’t mentioned it before.

"The blue diamond," Abigail replied, pulling out her cell phone to show him the picture.

"This is so expensive! Wow, Grandpa Philips really loves your grandma dearly. Now I understand why he acts like your grandpa after our dinner."

Abigail couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Grandpa Philips giving orders about so many things to Sawyer.

"Sawyer, you must understand him; he has been waiting to meet Grandma for decades. I can relate to how he feels right now."

"I know—"

"But why do you still look unhappy? We can spend our time alone in this house. There’s no need to be sad about it. Besides, we could go on our honeymoon once my family matters are resolved, right?"

Sawyer let out a deep sigh. "Yes, you’re right. But I don’t like when they interrupt my plans."

Abigail decided not to press him about his annoyance with their honeymoon plans. Instead, she tried to distract him by asking about their wedding plans for tomorrow.

"Besides your grandparents and Grandpa Philips, who else did you invite?" she asked, concerned that Sawyer might send someone to pick up her grandma.

Sawyer didn’t answer her. Instead, he leaned back against the sofa while he rested his eyes.

"Sawyer, you won’t bring my grandma to our wedding, right? Please don’t! Grandpa Philips will also be there. They can’t meet now," she continued worriedly.

He glanced at her and smiled before saying, "Of course, I will not do that. We will fly to visit her the day after our wedding, along with Grandpa Philips, and spend our day in Orange Town. I’ve already asked Ronan to prepare our place to stay."

Abigail felt relieved. She worried her grandma might have a heart attack if Grandpa Philips appeared before her. She needed to speak to her grandma first before allowing them to meet.

Just as Abigail was about to ask Sawyer to shower, she heard a buzzing sound from her cell phone.

Abigail silently vented her frustration when she saw a text message from an unknown number. Initially, she thought the message was from Adam Snow and considered deleting it. However, she accidentally read the text instead.

"Hi, Abigail. This is Hannah, Sawyer’s mom. Martha gave me your number. I’m sorry to contact you via text. Can I call you?"

Abigail felt a knot in her stomach when she noticed the time Hannah had sent the text—it was during her dinner with Grandpa Philips.

She felt terrible for not replying to Hannah’s message immediately, and she was unsure whether to call Hannah now or wait until tomorrow morning. It was almost eleven, and she worried that Hannah was already asleep.

She glanced at Sawyer and gently shook his shoulder. "Are you sleeping?"

"Ugh, no." Sawyer sat up straight and turned to face her. "What happened?"

"I’m sleepy. Go wash up, Sawyer. Let’s sleep early; we will be busy tomorrow," she said, pulling him up from the sofa.