After a moment, he took out his phone and opened a photo.

It was of Laura, face covered in cream while attempting to make a cake on Valentine's Day, her laughter infectious.

Edwin had captured that candid moment.

He gazed at the photo for a long while, and then secured it in a private album.

Vanessa was correct. He needed a wife for social reasons.

As Christmas approached, Vanessa called, inviting him to celebrate the holiday together. Edwin, still at his office, pondered the invitation.

Holding the phone, Edwin responded with composure, “Happy Holidays!

Unfortunately, I'm tied up with work. Let's plan for another time."

There was a soft sigh from Vanessa.

"Understood. You're always so busy," she remarked, a tinge of resignation in her voice. After the call, Edwin turned his attention back to his paperwork.

A knock came from the door. Tina's voice followed.

"Mr. Evans, it's time to head home."

Without looking up, Edwin answered distractedly, "I just need to finish this up. It's Christmas, isn't it? You should head off early."

Tina's face brightened with a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Evans!"

She left, her steps light and cheerful.

Edwin glanced up, catching a glimpse of her in a festive, elegant dress.

His thoughts momentarily drifted.

Christmas— What could Laura be doing?

Was she still overseas?