Chapter 2

Three days ago, Frost called me into her study.

She was seated at her desk in a long beige dress, her posture rigid and formal.

Her slender fingers tapped the desk absent-mindedly as her brow furrowed slightly.

"Zeke, I'm getting married this weekend, so I want you to find a way to ruin the wedding," Frost said slowly, her tone indifferent.

I was quite surprised.

"But Teacher Frost, this is supposed to be your and Mr. Shaw's important day. Don't you want..."

"Zeke!" She cut me off sharply.

"I've already said I don't want this marriage. Just do as I say."

I stood there stunned, completely at a loss.

Frost had always been headstrong, but this level of willfulness was unprecedented.

I opened my mouth, but in the end didn't dare go against her wishes.

"I understand. I'll find a way for you to escape the wedding on the day," I said, lowering my gaze.

Hearing this, Frost's expression softened slightly.

She nodded, resuming her usual cold and distant demeanor.

"Go on then. I'm leaving this to you."

Who would have thought that fate seemed to be working against me?

That night I went out drinking with colleagues to celebrate a new book. After several rounds, I accidentally blacked out.The next morning when I woke up, the wedding had been completely pushed out of my mind.

It wasn't until today, when I witnessed Frost fleeing the church in panic with my own eyes, that it finally dawned on me.