Tony Wendis' funeral was scheduled for the third day after his death.
It was held at the famous Rosehill Cemetery in the northern suburbs of Chicago.
Although the guy didn't have many relatives, quite a few people still came to the funeral.
After all, he was a tennis star—even if only a second-rate one, he still had some clout.
But Josh didn't join the crowd. Others might not know, but he was fully aware of how the guy had actually died.
Pretending to mourn someone he helped kill felt rather awkward so he just sat in a car parked at a distance, playing the role of chauffeur, waiting for Margot.
After spending over two hours seeing off all the guests who came to pay their respects, Margot finally got into the back seat of the car.
"How are you? Tired?" Josh looked at Margot through the rearview mirror and asked.
Today, Margot was wearing a conservative, elegant black dress, a small black veil hat, a refined pearl choker, and sheer black stockings, making her look composed and graceful, full of charm.
Although, according to an old saying from Xia Country, "a woman looks most charming in mourning," and white is the most soulful color—Pure black actually wasn't bad either. It gave off a mysterious allure that invited curiosity.
"Not too bad. Anyway, the priest and the funeral company handled everything. I just had to show up and keep up appearances. What's there to be tired about?" Margot shook her head to show she wasn't tired.
"By the way, what's with that guy?" Josh nodded, then looked toward a young man in the distance who had been glancing their way.
That man also attended the funeral, but had been trying to cozy up to Margot before the ceremony even began.
That's why Josh asked.
And this wasn't the first time Josh had seen the guy.
Last time when Joe Barbaro was tailing Margot, Josh had seen this man at the jewelry company. He seemed to be connected to the "Uncle John" Margot mentioned, and had been fawning over her that day too.
"Him? He's Uncle John's second son, David Leibler, a notorious playboy. He used to manage their family business in New York and just recently came back. I happened to run into him last time when I visited Uncle John. He found out I was planning a divorce and hasn't stopped pestering me since. I made it clear last time, but he still won't give up." Following Josh's gaze, Margot frowned and answered with clear disdain.
That disdain wasn't fake—because in Margot's view, David Leibler was basically the same type as the now-dead Tony Wendis.
Though David was only in his early thirties, he'd already been divorced twice, both times for cheating after getting bored of his wives and stirring up endless scandal.
Worse, he was even more reckless than Tony.
At least Tony, being a sports celebrity, still made an effort to protect his public image.
But David, as a rich heir, played around with utter disregard.
So after the painful experience with Tony, there was no way Margot would have any favorable feelings toward someone like David.
"…Want me to teach him a lesson?" Hearing Margot's words, Josh frowned and asked.
Damn it, he'd only just secured this diamond-VIP meal ticket, and someone was already trying to poach her? Not acceptable.
Should he send this guy to keep Tony company?
"Forget it, just stay away from him. After all, Uncle John has been good to me. If things get too ugly, it'd be awkward," Margot quickly stopped Josh's dangerous idea.
After spending time with Josh and going through the Tony Wendis incident, Margot now fully understood: this little man she picked up from the roadside looked like a sweet and harmless puppy on the outside, but deep down, he was more like a fierce little Bavarian wolf.
Of course, Margot didn't distance herself from Josh because of that. On the contrary, she loved this bad little man even more.
Maybe this was the infamous Bonnie and Clyde syndrome—an obsession with bad boys.
Precisely because of this, Margot really feared that if she let Josh "warn" David, David might end up like Tony.
She didn't care about Tony's death, but David's father—John Leibler—had truly been kind to her. She didn't want that kind old man to suffer the pain of losing his son.
Josh was still unhappy about someone trying to steal his girl, but since Margot had spoken up, he couldn't say much more. He started the car and drove away from the cemetery.
Out of sight, out of mind.
As a transmigrator, Josh had never felt any real attachment to this era before but now that he had Margot, a woman completely devoted to him, things were different.
So he didn't care how others felt—but Margot's emotions were something he had to take care of.
After leaving the cemetery, the two didn't return to Margot's estate but instead went back to their love nest in Evanston.
That estate had been bought after Margot married Tony Wendis. Now that they had completely parted ways, she had no sentimental attachment to it—rather, she felt some distaste.
So she simply brought a few long-time loyal servants and moved in with Josh in Evanston.
The house in Evanston was big enough—eight rooms in total, plenty of space.
As for her moving in with another young man right after her husband's death, the servants didn't show any unusual reaction.
Because these servants had originally been left by Margot's father and had nothing to do with Tony Wendis.
After getting home and greeting the neighboring Tommy family, who were having afternoon tea in their yard, Josh embraced Margot as soon as they entered the house.
"Wait, let me change first!" Margot slapped away the mischievous little man's hand.
"No need. I love you in this outfit." But it was no use. Josh grabbed her arm again, leaning in close and whispering in her ear.
Feeling the heat of his breath at her ear, Margot quickly melted.
Seeing her stop resisting, Josh swept her up with a yelp from her, and carried her upstairs.
But while Margot and Josh were celebrating their unburdened future together—
On the other side of the city, in a small bar, another group of people was far less cheerful.
They were the four thugs who had planned to rob a jewelry store, only to have their plans ruined by the unexpected appearance of Tony Wendis—leaving them with a dead body on their hands.
Who in their right mind would be happy in that situation?