Chapter 492

Boyce took Marian directly to the Ritz-Carlton, the top floor presidential suite, Alston cupped a glass of red wine in his hand, swaying, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Marian tugged her veil down, describing it as looking a bit lousy, after she entered, she looked at Alston first, the man was wearing a white fixer-upper sweatshirt, home comfy pants, and on his feet were disposable slippers prepared by the hotel. Marian suddenly laughed, tears fell out as she laughed, “Alston, what do you mean? You are the one who wants to get married, but look at you, do you look a little bit like you want to get married?” “The clothes haven't even been changed, you never intended to marry me from the beginning?” The strength in her body was suddenly drained from her, and she sat down in a crouch, her heart clenching a little harder. “Why? I was with you for eight years, Alston! and this is how you treat me?” “Do you have a heart?” Alston's expression was unspecified, and the curve