Chapter 1243: Chapter 1240: Making You the Happiest Bride
Lucas Knight didn’t eat anything, waiting for her until now.
Eva Nightingale glanced at him and got straight to the point: "It’s about the wedding. Today, the elders suggested organizing another wedding for us. I think... maybe it’s not necessary!"
Moreover...
She just needs to play the role of his wife well. Of course, if he insists on a wedding, she can’t really refuse. It would be held in France, where Eliana Beckett in Eastern Europe probably wouldn’t find out.
Upon hearing this, the man’s eyes warmed, the word "wedding".
He no longer moved his own heart.
The time they’d been together wasn’t particularly long, but his kindness to her had far exceeded expectations.
It was clear that this little woman didn’t want a wedding.
He paused: "Miss Bennett, guard your heart, don’t fall for me."
He really didn’t want to see her cry.
He’s a man; at most, he’d feel a bit sad when they parted, perhaps smoking alone in the study.
But what about her, a young woman, would she hide away and cry?
Thinking of himself becoming her ex-husband in the future, a pang of sourness hit his heart.
"Don’t worry, Boss, no matter how handsome and good you are, you can’t think you can charm me, right?" She chuckled, "I won’t fall for you."
She clearly knew what she should and should not do.
"That’s good..."
...
Meanwhile, the Morgan Family in Sovereign Capital was already preparing for the wedding.
The wedding of Calvin Morgan and Isabelle Coldwell in City A.
Although she was genuinely of Coldwell Family bloodline, she had considered herself a commoner "Isabelle Nightingale" for years. Even though her past "glorious" deeds had been forgotten by many, she was genuinely wild, only disguising herself too well in front of Calvin Morgan.
Ha, men.
He was merely captivated by the presentable Coldwell heiress, with Calvin Morgan still playing the role of a devoted fool, deeply believing Isabelle Coldwell was truly a refined Miss skilled in music, chess, literature, and art!
At this moment, under the moonlight, Calvin Morgan affectionately embraced the woman who was soon to become his wife.
"Little Rue~"
"Once we’re married, I can have you without any reservations. You will be mine, and I’ll definitely cherish you with my life."
"..." Ha! The woman couldn’t help but bury her face in the man’s chest, a smirk on her lips.
Is this what it means when misfortune turns into a blessing?!
Calvin Morgan was handsome and well-built, mainly truly devoted to her. Where could one find such a good man!
Luckily, Violet Hargrove was smart back then, orchestrating everything and letting her return to City A’s Coldwell Family, reclaiming the Coldwell heiress identity. Three years had passed, and no one recognized her.
She was already genuinely Isabelle Coldwell.
Truly thankful to her mommy for giving her everything so good.
"Brother Calvin, don’t worry. You don’t need to love me with your life; that would make my heart ache..."
Her voice was very soft: "Brother Calvin, how are the wedding preparations going?"
"Don’t worry. My parents have already sent out invitations to the elite in Sovereign Capital, and by then, the whole city will witness our love, Little Rue, I’ll make sure to give you a grand and magnificent wedding, making you the happiest woman in the world."
"Dear, thank you so much." She used to think love must involve sex, but actually, it wasn’t so.
She had been dating Calvin Morgan for a whole year, and Calvin Morgan hadn’t even engaged in that kind of relationship with her, not even simple kisses during the period, just frequent hand-holding and hugging.
At first, she was very unaccustomed.
But gradually got used to it after a few months.
Was fearful of her ugly past being exposed, dared not engage in any relationship with him before marriage.
