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"So, is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Carter?" asked Einer straight to the point; he was in the mood for small talk.

Benjamin replied, "I just wanted to say hello to the man who surprisingly came with Miss Chelsea... and I hear you are her husband?"

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 anno