I Became A Trillionaire After Marrying A Lady Boss

CHAPTER HUNDRED & SEVENTEEN

It was going to be long, long, day, Ceneau surmised.

Even worse, it was going to be the first day of his life he would be obligated to be with one woman. It was the first day in a long time that he did not wake up to a woman tangled in his sheets.

The one week he had stayed in São Paulo was the last week of freedom he would have, and he knew it. He spent his days as he wished, with whom he pleased.

He faintly remebered kissing a bartender at the back of the bar, her hand already halfway down his zipper, his, palm in the globe of her buttock. Ceneau sighed. He already missed the vagaries of bachelorhood.

Looking at his alarm clock, he saw that it was a few minutes past 5 a.m. It was just hours to his wedding.

After his disappearance, the family had kept close watch on him, as if they half expected him to up and vanish one night.

The truth was, it was not as though he had not thought of it. He had dreamed of it, in fact. He wanted to book a flight, pack a bag hurriedly and head for