Chapter 467: Chapter 466: You Get Married, I Get Married (5)
Sacred, dazzling, noble, elegant, breathtaking—this was Leona Grant’s first impression.
He stood on the second floor of the church, quietly watching them through the one-way glass. They couldn’t see him.
His eyes, shimmering with a gentle light, were fixed on her face, watching the corners of her mouth occasionally quirk into a smile. He felt that coming here was more than worth it, because he hadn’t seen her so expressive in a long, long time...
But the voices from downstairs also reached his ears, every word crystal clear.
"Okay, Bride, a little smile. Rest your head on the groom’s shoulder and give me a shy look... Mmm... yes..."
"Groom, cup the bride’s face. Pose like you’re about to lean in for a kiss—leave something to the imagination. Come on..."
"Great... Yes, just like that. That’s the feeling. Let’s get another one from a different angle..."
The CLICK-CLICK of the camera shutter sounded along with the photographer’s directions. In no time, they had taken a ton of photos.
Their looks and chemistry were leagues above any of the models he worked with. The photographer found the shoot to be an absolute breeze; he’d never had a couple who was so easy to photograph. They got a ton of shots in just a short while.
Leona Grant’s gaze remained fixed on Annabelle Linton’s face—a face that was stunning even without a smile, but utterly captivating when she did. The corners of his own lips couldn’t help but turn up, yet his eyes were clouded by a deep, bitter sorrow.
’How he wished he was the groom the photographer was talking about, the one standing right beside her...’
’But it was all just a fantasy.’
He didn’t know what the dream was trying to tell him, or whether it was even real. But the fear it left him with was undeniable...
Everything it explained was just too coincidental. He knew it was ridiculous to base everything on a single dream, but it had felt far, far too real.
He’d had the same dream twice: a dream where he accidentally killed Annabelle Linton. Even the things Annabelle had mumbled in her sleep seemed to confirm it.
Besides, the dream could also explain the change in Annabelle.
He didn’t know if the dream was real, if the events in it had actually happened, or what the true reason for Annabelle’s change was.
But.
When it came to Annabelle Linton, he was a coward. He didn’t dare to take the gamble!
In the dream, it was clearly because of Vivian Yates’s schemes that he was forced to hurt Annabelle again and again. He had repeatedly insulted her and made her cry, all in an attempt to keep her safe. But in the end, she still died.
’With a warning like that, was he really going to make the same mistake all over again?’
’Besides, Annabelle is very happy now, isn’t she?’
’That’s enough.’
After having such an immersive, lifelike dream, he’d come to a realization... Nothing was more important than her being alive.
’If being by my side is dangerous, if it means she could get hurt or even die, then why not just let her live happily?’
’At least, this way, I can watch over her and protect her in secret.’
’As long as she’s happy, I’m willing to stand behind her, to shield her from the storm, to clear any obstacle in her path... even if it means I’ll be left scarred, battered, and broken...’
Leona Grant lifted his gaze to look at Annabelle Linton.
Annabelle Linton had changed into a different outfit. She wore a long, red gown, while Aaron Wyatt wore a white shirt. The two of them were a surprisingly perfect match.
’It’s for the best. Even though I hate to admit it, at least that man can always make her laugh.’
The long train of her dress, her hair lifting in the wind, her smile as bright as the sun.
Leona Grant’s vision began to blur.
’Annabelle, only after you left did I realize how much you’d spoiled me.’
’Without you beside me at night, I can’t sleep.’
’Without you in the morning, I don’t even want to eat breakfast.’
’Without you in the house, I don’t even want to go home.’
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