Chapter 7

As I met his inquisitive gaze, he posed the question, "Shouldn't you tell her about your upcoming wedding?" My composure wavered, and I shook my head in response.

"It's not necessary for her to know," I replied, mustering a forced smile. "I'll visit her occasionally, and within a year, we'll both be single again."

He seemed to want to press further, but he held back. Changing the topic, I took a sip of the lukewarm coffee that had been served by Mrs. Madison a few minutes ago and asked, "What does your dad do?"

Jasper pondered for a moment before replying, "Have you heard of the renowned architect John Benson?"

I couldn't help but snort, causing a large droplet of coffee to land on Jasper's less-than-attractive T-shirt. "You mean the John Benson? The mastermind behind Benson Enterprises?" I clarified.

Jasper smirked, clearly pleased that I recognized his father's achievements. With a portfolio spanning across the globe, John Benson was undeniably wealthy. "Yes, that's him," Jasper conf