Chapter 466: Chapter 465: You Get Married, I Get Married 4
Annabelle Linton watched his aggrieved expression and smiled, lifting a piece of salad to his mouth with her fork.
Then she said with a faint smile, "That’s because they’re busy with work or don’t get out much, so they’re excited about traveling and have suggestions. I’m different. I’ve probably been to all the typical honeymoon destinations, so I don’t feel any particular excitement."
"How can that be the same? This is our honeymoon."
Aaron Wyatt ate the salad she offered him and looked at her, the aggrieved expression on his face deepening. "Annabelle, why do I get the feeling that you were abducted by bandits to be their chieftain’s wife, and now you’ve lost all will to live?"
The analogy made Annabelle Linton laugh, her expression coming alive. She said lightly, "I’ve been wronged, Your Honor! I wasn’t thinking that at all. I just feel that as long as I’m with you, anywhere we go is fine."
Aaron Wyatt loved that answer. He grinned. "You’re forgiven."
Annabelle Linton raised an eyebrow.
Aaron Wyatt saw her expression and said earnestly, "Thinking I’m pretty magnanimous, aren’t you? I already knew. You’d better cherish me, you hear? Where else could you find a husband as wonderful as me?"
’I’m speechless.’
"Aaron Wyatt."
"Hm?"
"You’ve got something on your face. Come here, I’ll get it."
Aaron Wyatt grinned and leaned his face toward her.
Annabelle Linton reached out and stroked his cheek.
When Aaron Wyatt felt her touch, he grew a little flustered and froze completely.
Her small hand felt cool and soft against his cheek. It rubbed against his skin a couple of times, as if testing its texture.
He asked with a smile, "So? Feels pretty nice, right?"
A faint smile touched Annabelle Linton’s lips, and she nodded. "Hmm, the quality’s not bad. You look handsome, and your face seems quite lean, but to the touch... it’s like a fortress wall. Completely impenetrable."
Aaron Wyatt was speechless.
It was her roundabout way of calling him thick-skinned.
They both broke into laughter. After a moment, Aaron Wyatt said, as if just remembering something, "Let’s go take our wedding photos tomorrow."
Annabelle Linton took a bite of steak and asked in confusion, "Didn’t we already take them?"
"We took those abroad. This is where you grew up. Since we won’t be coming back again, let’s do it as a keepsake."
Annabelle Linton thought for a moment. Seeing no reason to object, she gave a slight nod. "Alright."
...
"I just feel that as long as I’m with you, anywhere we go is fine."
"Where else could you find a husband as wonderful as me?"
"Let’s go take our wedding photos tomorrow."
"Since we won’t be coming back again, let’s do it as a keepsake."
——
Those few simple sentences made Leona Grant feel as if he had died several times over.
In the end, he forced a smile.
As he walked down the corridor, step by step, the light seemed to steep him in a sense of desolation. Leona Grant knew he had lost again.
When it came to Annabelle Linton, he couldn’t afford to lose a single thing.
’I’ve resolved not to disturb her. I just have to endure it.’
Leona Grant closed his eyes tightly.
...
Lynton had a remarkable tourist attraction. It was full of amenities—practically anything one could ask for—and even featured a particularly large church.
Aaron Wyatt wanted to have a wedding photoshoot here.
Annabelle Linton naturally had no objections.
The weather that day was perfect—not too hot and not too cold, just incredibly pleasant.
At the designer’s suggestion, they started the shoot on the lawn in front of the church.
She wore a snow-white wedding dress with a layered, high-low hem. Against the backdrop of the blue sky and green grass, it shimmered with a brilliant white light.
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