Chapter 172 Are You Worried People Might Not Notice I'm Still Recovering

lan sprawled out on the couch in a relaxed posture, a mocking smile on his lips. "He has never cared about my reputation."

Dominic chuckled. "Considering who your dad is, you're lucky he let you grow up at all. By the way, do you know who your new stepmom is?"

lan's facial features twisted with distaste. "Why would I care? Every one of his marriages has been about business, nothing more.

lan didn't stay much longer, and Bella noticed his whole demeanor was different from usual, which piqued her curiosity.

After asking Dominic, she learned that lan's father was about to get married for the fourth

time.

lan had been living on his own since he was a teenager, and his relationship with his father was extremely strained. As for the reasons, Dominic didn't go into detail. This was lan's private business, and Bella knew better than to pry. On the day of the wedding, Dominic wore a charcoal-gray suit, looking far more put-together than he had in days.

Lately, he'd mostly been wearing loose, casual clothes at home to help with his recovery. Hence, seeing him in formal attire again felt refreshing.

Bella had always found him irresistible in a suit, and watching him now, her heart skipped a

beat.

Oblivious to her reaction, Dominic adjusted his tie and urged her, "Hurry up. I'll be waiting downstairs."

Bella mumbled an agreement and hurried to put on her earrin she just left it down.

hair was easy to style as

After rummaging through her closet, she chose a sheath dress in a soft, moonlit white, with simple, vintage floral patterns and a matching shawl. It looked formal enough. The only downside was that the outfit looked best with heels.

Bella wasn't used to wearing high heels as they were impractical for her busy shifts at the hospital. Whenever she did wear them, it took a little getting used to.

Once they were in the car, Dominic glanced at her "Your makeup's pretty light."

Bella's first reaction was to think he found it inappropriate. "I don't know how to do heavy makeup..."

He closed his eyes and said, "I mean it looks nice."

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Bella couldn't help but feel a bit pleased. Was that a compliment? It was rare to hear

something so kind from him.

When they arrived at the wedding venue, Bella felt a pang of self-consciousness as she took in the luxurious Grand Marquee Hotel.

The Grand Marquee Hotel had been a prestigious establishment in Joville for years, ant industry giant with locations in all the major cities.

Hosting a wedding here meant the people getting married were important enough to make the news without even trying.

She couldn't help but wonder who lan's father was. In Joville, there were only a handful of powerful and wealthy families with the last name Clarke...

Her suspicions were quickly confirmed. Recently, besides the news of Amber's wedding, there was another story tied to a prominent family-a man named Steven.

Steven was the owner of the Grand Marquee Hotel, and the hotel business had been the Clarke family's main source of wealth for years.

Bella hadn't realized that lan was Steven's son. To think that this heir had chosen to study medicine and become a doctor!

After getting out of the car, she instinctively moved to support Dominic by his side. He turned to her with a wry expression. "Afraid people won't notice that I'm still recovering?"

Bella let go of his arm, embarrassed. "Fine. Walk by yourself, then."

With a sigh and a hint of exasperation, he took her hand and placed it back in the crook of his arm. "There are a lot of people here, and this hotel is huge. Stick with me and don't wander off, or you'll really embarrass yourself if you get lost." Chapjes 1/4 pp Com Eis Dupleuch

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