Chapter 754

Harrison answered the call, and Rosalind’s bubbly voice chimed through. "Still in Metropolia? Let’s grab lunch!"

"Can’t today," Harrison murmured. "I’m at the courthouse."

A beat of silence. Then—"The courthouse?"

"Yes," Harrison confirmed softly. "Nathaniel and I are getting our marriage license."

What?!

Rosalind’s squeal nearly shattered her eardrums. "You’re remarrying Nathaniel and didn’t tell me? Oh my god, you’re officially going to be family! I knew you two were meant to be!"

Harrison’s lips curved faintly. "We’ll celebrate another time."

After hanging up, a clerk’s voice echoed through the hall. "Number 18—Number 18, please step forward for registration!"

Harrison glanced at the slip in her hand—18. Her turn.

She scanned the entrance, but Nathaniel’s broad silhouette was nowhere in sight.

He’d said he was on his way. So where was he?

"Number 18! Is Number 18 present?"

Harrison hurried forward. "Yes, that’s me."

The clerk frowned. "Alone? Where’s your fiancé?"

"Delayed," Harrison said smoothly. "You can take the next couple first."

The clerk arched a brow. "This is a marriage license. Not exactly something you show up late for."

A cold prickle ran down Harrison’s spine. She had no idea why Nathaniel wasn’t here.

"Work must’ve held him up. I’ll wait."

The clerk sighed. "Fine. Take a seat. Number 19, you’re up."

Stepping outside, Harrison dialed Nathaniel. The line rang. And rang.

No answer.

She tried again. Nothing.

What the hell was going on?

Her phone buzzed—a flurry of messages in their group chat.

Gabrielle had written:

[Harrison, are you seriously remarrying Nathaniel Falcon?]

Rosalind replied:

[Yes! She’s at the courthouse right now. Probably already signed the papers!]

Gabrielle huffed:

[That man doesn’t deserve a second chance. But fine—if he screws up again, I’m dragging you away myself.]

Rosalind added:

[Same. One more mistake, and I’m disowning him as family.]

Gabrielle continued:

[Hey, why isn’t Harrison responding?]

Rosalind:

[Probably busy with Nathaniel. Let’s not interrupt the newlyweds.]

Gabrielle relented:

[Fine. Congrats, Harrison!]

Rosalind:

[Happiness to you both!]

Harrison stared at the screen, throat tight. How could she reply when Nathaniel hadn’t even shown up?

Back inside, she sat stiffly. She’d promised to marry him. She’d wait.

One hour. Two. Three. Four.

Finally, a staff member approached, voice gentle.

"Miss… is your fiancé coming? We’re closing soon."