Einer didn't answer immediately; he watched Ben's face for a while and remembered that at his wedding with Chelsea, Ben wasn't present which meant he must not know that Chelsea already had a husband. Einer smiled, his confidence rising so he boldly extended his hand first; inviting a handshake. "Yes, I am Chelsea's husband, Einer." "Einer?" "Yes, that's my name. Sound strange?" "Ahaha, it's just a little unique but not weird, sir." Einer looked at Ben with a cold look, as his hand was not returned by the interlocutor who now turned his attention away from Einer. "Put the coffee here, Megan." Whether Ben intentionally or not ignored Einer's hand, it was clear that the feeling of abandonment was always something annoying. Fortunately, Einer was still able to restrain himself and retract his hand, then acted calmly as before when Ben sat down on the same sofa as him with the two cups of coffee he had brought. "Please enjoy the coffee, Mr. Einer," Ben said, inviting Ei
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