My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 51: Marriage Fortune-Telling

The Crown Prince of the Sterling Family had also gotten quite a shock at Moonview Terrace.

He had come here with his heartbroken friend to take his mind off things, thinking Moonview Terrace would be the perfect place to clear his head. But by a stroke of bad luck, Declan Norwood ended up witnessing the scene on the terrace.

A few days ago at ZONE Club, Crown Prince Sterling had already sensed something was up. Back then, he just thought that the "flower on a high mountain" had been on his pedestal for too long and was just looking for a woman to relieve some boredom. But seeing the situation today, it was clearly not that simple. The "flower on a high mountain" had probably been plucked by Eldest Miss Sterling long ago.

Declan Norwood’s words confirmed his suspicions. "Cece broke off our engagement... for my uncle."

Having gotten the fresh scoop, the shocked Crown Prince Sterling instantly changed his tune. The advice he’d been about to give his friend—something about "forced love"—went right out the window. "Going up against Silas Norwood? You’d just get crushed. Bro, look at all the women here tonight. Pick anyone, and I’ll set you up. With your status, position, and that face of yours, there are tons of women who’d be into you."

He suggested that Declan go see Elder Coleman, the master from Port Sovereign, to have his fortune told. "He’s a really famous Feng Shui Master from Port Sovereign. He’s super accurate with destiny and face reading. Why don’t you give it a try?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"No," Declan Norwood said listlessly, his voice a bit rough. "Is there any more wine?"

「On the terrace.」

Celia Sterling’s phone buzzed with a series of messages from Quinn Sinclair. At first, she was still being subtle and just texting:

"Where are you? Where’d you run off to? Your brother’s in the banquet hall, and those women are like a pack of wolves. The way they’re looking at him, their eyes are practically glowing green."

"Too bad the ’Moonlight’ is on the terrace, so no one dares to go over. We’re trying to push one of the bolder ones to go and try to hook him, but they’re all super brave when they’re writing their stories. When it’s time for the real thing, they all chicken out..."

"But hey, seeing them in person is really efficient, isn’t it? It’s only been a little while since we saw your brother and Silas Norwood this morning, but ’Moonlight’ has already updated with ten thousand words, and ’Cinnabar Mole’ is even crazier with thirty thousand. It’s all absolute fire. Want me to send it to you?"

Celia Sterling and Silas Norwood were sharing a pair of earbuds, listening to music. She was leaning softly against him, her long, curly hair tangled around his neck. Her eyes were half-closed, lost in the music. Silas’s slender fingers played with the stray strands of her hair, and the book in his hand hadn’t had a page turned in a long time.

Quinn Sinclair waited for ages without a reply and finally just sent a video call.

Celia Sterling angled the camera away from Silas Norwood, turning it toward the other side of the sofa before answering. "What’s up?"

"I was asking where you are." Quinn Sinclair peered at the screen, then made a sound of surprise. "Hey, the background in your video... looks like the terrace, doesn’t it?"

Celia Sterling hummed in agreement.

"I think Silas Norwood is on the terrace too. Have you seen him?" Quinn Sinclair’s voice was inexplicably excited. "A true work of art. It’s not easy to get a peek. No wonder I couldn’t find you anywhere."

On reflex, Celia Sterling glanced at Silas Norwood. He had already put down his book and was watching her with a leisurely gaze, a faint smile in his amber eyes.

"If you have something to say, say it," Celia Sterling cut Quinn Sinclair off.

"Come to the garden outside the banquet hall," Quinn Sinclair urged. "I’ll help you unlock the latest Chapter."

Of course, Celia Sterling didn’t dare discuss the explicit fanfiction about Silas Norwood in front of him. She cut her off again, "I don’t have time to read today."

"Well then, do you want to come out and check the compatibility rating between you and your ’fireworks’?" Quinn Sinclair changed the subject. "That Master Coleman’s fortune-telling is scary accurate! You know how Eldest Miss Warren’s Great Dane that she’d had for eight years went missing a couple of days ago? An hour ago, that Master Coleman pointed her toward a ’place of water and wood to the north,’ and a bodyguard from the Warren Family just called to say they really found him in a forest park to the north."

Celia Sterling’s interest was piqued. "Is he really that good?"

"Nina Sterling hasn’t been feeling well lately, and Master Coleman said it’s because there was a mulberry tree planted in her yard right in front of her window. The butler has already chopped it down, and Nina said she suddenly feels so much better. Tell me, isn’t that freaky?"

Celia Sterling was tempted. "Maybe it was just a coincidence..."

"The Crown Prince of the Morgan Family is almost forty, and he hasn’t had a single child after four wives. Master Coleman said he already has two sons. The Morgan family used all their resources to dig deep and actually found two sons—in the prestigious Rhodes Family! It’s so dramatic! The young mistress of the Rhodes Family had a one-night stand with the Morgan Crown Prince before she got married, so the precious heir the Rhodes Family has doted on for over a decade is actually a Morgan. Now the Rhodes and Morgan families are at each other’s throats."

Celia Sterling listened intently and couldn’t help but say, "Get me a number..."

"Remember to bring the ’Eight Characters’ for you and your ’fireworks’."

After hanging up, she finally remembered Silas Norwood. Her almond-shaped eyes fell on him, only to see he was already holding out two exquisite, gilt-edged notes. "Go have fun if you want to."

On one of the notes, written in powerful calligraphy with the ink still wet, were Silas Norwood’s birthdate and time.

Celia Sterling felt a little embarrassed. "I was just gossiping in front of you..."

"It’s nice." Silas Norwood reached out, took a purple silk ribbon, and simply tied back her waterfall of hair. The pad of his finger gently brushed against her small, delicate earlobe. "Every side of Cece is attractive to me."

The tips of Celia Sterling’s ears turned red.

She lowered her head, picked up a pen, and with a few quick strokes, jotted her own birthdate and time on the other note. Clutching both notes, she slipped away.

The banquet hall was lively.

Several social circles were scattered in various corners. Kian Sterling was chatting idly in low voices with the heads of several major families. Celia Sterling’s eyes swept the room, and just as expected, nearly every woman’s gaze was practically welded to him. The bolder socialites with higher status had even walked over to greet him, only to be coolly ignored by Kian Sterling.

Compared to Kian Sterling’s unapproachable demeanor, the circle in the garden pavilion was much more harmonious, filled with laughter and cheerful chatter. Quinn Sinclair was sitting on a stone bench by the pavilion, waving to Celia Sterling from afar. Behind her, a large group of socialites was gathered together, letting out gasps of amazement from time to time. In their midst, Elder Coleman, the master from Port Sovereign, wore a kind expression as he smiled and dealt with the flock of heiresses.

Celia Sterling walked over.

Just as she approached, she heard a certain young lady ask shyly, "Master Coleman, please look at my face, and then look at Chairman Sterling’s. Do you think I have a chance to marry him in this lifetime?"

Elder Coleman’s tone was inscrutable. "Miss Sloan, your destined partner will arrive soon. While he may not have the divine bearing of Chairman Sterling, he will be a good man worthy of your trust."

Another young lady had already pushed her way forward, her tone fervent. "Master, what about me? You saw Silas Norwood in the conference room. Last night, I dreamed he and I had three children. Master, do you think this dream is some kind of omen?"

"Young lady, your obsession has become a demon in your heart. Chairman Norwood’s romantic destiny is already set. You should sever these fanciful thoughts as soon as possible, lest you harm your mind and body."

"Silas Norwood’s romantic destiny is already set?" This time, it was a collective gasp from several socialites. "Who is it? A ’Moonlight’ should shine on all of us! What shameless vixen dares to have him all to herself?!"

"You ladies are joking. I’m no immortal; how would I know who he is to marry?" Elder Coleman was still smiling. "It’s just that I happened to observe Chairman Norwood’s features today and discovered that a happy event is approaching for him. It is a match made in heaven, a rare and wonderful union."

The socialites let out a collective wail of despair!

Amidst the agitated atmosphere, Celia Sterling slowly stepped forward and gently placed the two notes with their birthdates and times in front of Elder Coleman.

"Hello, Elder Coleman!" she said very politely. "I’d also like to have a compatibility reading."