Page 39 of The Billionaire's Wedding

Mr. Templeton gave a mirthless laugh. “There’s a reason I came here alone.”

“Your wife wouldn’t…?”

He shook his head ‘no.’

“Alright, then. Come tomorrow night for dinner. 7PM.”

He looked hesitant.

“Will you come?” I asked, almost pleading with him.

After a slight hesitation, he nodded ‘yes.’

“Thank you,” he said.

“Don’t thank me yet,” I said, then turned and went back into the ballroom to begin one of the most epic campaigns of persuasion that has ever been waged.