Chapter 8
After trying on wedding dresses yesterday, Dorian Blackwell took me to the mountain estate.
As soon as Grandfather saw me, he laughed heartily:
“Good! You’ve finally given up on that playboy.”
Then he asked mysteriously:
“That vegetable from the Vale family should be waking up soon, right?”
I asked in surprise: “Grandfather, how did you…”
He looked meaningfully at Dorian Blackwell.
After staying at the estate for one night, I felt refreshed the next day.
I was eating an egg that Dorian Blackwell had peeled for me when my phone suddenly started vibrating.
It was Theodore Vale messaging from an unknown number.
Clara Ellison, where are you.j
I was too much this time. I apologize to you, so stop being angry.J
‘Let’s go get our marriage certificate today. I’m waiting for you at the County Clerk’s Office entrance.J
[Reply when you see this. I miss you very much.J
directly turned off my phone.
miling, I asked the man beside me: “How about we stay at the estate for two more days instead of rushing back?”
He knowingly pinched my cheek: “Okay, we’ll leave tomorrow night.”
Theodore Vale waited at the County Clerk’s Office all day.
From the patient coaxing in his morning messages, to the frustrated anger at noon, to the desperation by evening.
Clara Ellison, I’m going crazy. Please answer my calls, I’m begging you….
smiled and casually took a photo of a marriage certificate cover to send over.
My phone immediately vibrated frantically:
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His sister–in–law is carrying his child while my billionaire uncle lust proposed to me
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Chapter 8
“Whose marriage certificate is this?]
Don’t tell me it’s yours?]
Who are you with? There’s another man with you? Answer me!]
I looked at Dorian Blackwell beside me.
In his casual home clothes, he looked like a devoted husband – no one would imagine this was Manchester’s richest
man.
He suddenly winked:
“Wife, you’re looking at me like you want to devour me. I’ll satisfy you on our wedding night, okay?”
Only then did I realize.
What honest and simple? He was clearly cunning and scheming.
Don’t think I didn’t notice the eye contact between him and Grandfather when Ronan was mentioned.
Dorian Blackwell definitely did something bad behind my back.
Seeing me not taking the bait, he suddenly reached out to gently touch my messy bun:
“How about I help you trim your hair? Just like when we were little.”
My nose suddenly stung.
I had deliberately kept my high ponytail up and never let it down – he had noticed long ago.
The accumulated grievances burst like a dam, and I held his waist tightly, crying my heart out.
He gently patted my back, cursing in a voice he thought I couldn’t hear:
‘That idiot Theodore Vale – his death is coming.”
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