Jane Shaw gritted her teeth, feeling resentful and remaining silent as she stood in place, waiting for the next steps.
When the priest asked if she was willing, Simon Quinn pinched her waist mischievously, prompting her to lift her head as if injected with adrenaline.
She said through gritted teeth, glaring at Simon after speaking. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Simon Quinn’s mouth curved with satisfaction at her answer.
The priest looked towards Simon Quinn, knowing there was no doubt about his willingness.
Eleanor Hollis sat in the closest spot, watching the two still bickering with each other, raising her eyebrows—could this be the legendary happy foes?
Her mouth curved into a smile, but she said nothing.
"Mommy, are you thinking about getting married too?"
A small hand reached out beside her, grabbing her.
Eleanor Hollis glanced down, finding it was Marcus.
"No, I’m just feeling a bit sentimental."
"You’re lying. I saw envy in your eyes. Mommy surely thinks the wedding dress is beautiful, right? Don’t worry, when you and Daddy get married, I’ll make sure you have the most splendid wedding dress. My dad said the best wedding dresses are handmade by Italian teams with many diamonds on them."
Such young age, yet he knows so much.
Eleanor Hollis’s eyes flashed with amusement, as she pinched his cheeks.
"Got it, thank you Marcus, for enlightening me. When it’s really time to choose a wedding dress, I’ll listen to everything you say."
The ceremony was drawing to a close, and everyone stood up.
Marcus cheerfully followed along, brightening up when seeing Chloe walking out.
Chloe exclaimed joyfully, running over with a handful of wedding sweets.
"Marcus Quinn, why didn’t I see you earlier? This is my mommy’s wedding candy, hurry and eat some."
Marcus put the candy into his bag and patted Chloe’s head.
"From now on, you’re my little sister. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you."
Chloe flashed her small tiger teeth in happiness, pulling Marcus aside.
"Marcus Quinn, my house is big too, really beautiful. You’re welcome to come play with me at my house anytime."
After seeing the big house at Hugo Quinn’s villa last time, Chloe couldn’t stop thinking about it, and Simon Quinn captured his daughter’s heart through it.
"Sure, I’ll come often."
Eleanor Hollis looked at the two kids whispering closely and couldn’t help but find it amusing.
Suddenly a hand appeared on her waist, and when she turned her head, she saw Hugo Quinn beside her.
"Look at those two kids."
She pointed at the two children making a pinky promise and felt a bit envious of their age, where there are no worries.
"Let’s go, the ceremony’s over. Now it’s time to eat at the estate."
Hugo Quinn embraced her waist, where Eleanor was present, thoughts of his son were far from his mind.
With that, the two adults left, and Marcus and Chloe finished their whispering, realizing no one else was left around.
"Marcus Quinn, does your dad bully your mom?"
Chloe suddenly asked, holding Marcus’s hand, her eyes full of confusion.
Marcus shook his head as they boarded the waiting car outside.
"No way, my dad loves mommy a lot."
Chloe’s face contorted, but why did her dad always bully mommy? Every night, she could hear mommy sobbing, perhaps next time she should help her mom more, not letting a big house hurt her mom’s heart.
"What’s wrong? Do your dad and mommy fight?"
Marcus asked curiously, watching the car head slowly towards the estate.
"Not just arguing, but fighting too. I hear it every time, mommy even begs dad, but he won’t let her go."
The man driving in front jolted his hand; that’s not fighting, that’s affection.
These kids understand nothing; the boss really doesn’t know restraint, leaving a marked impression in their innocent minds.
"Young miss, that’s not fighting, that’s your dad showing love to your mommy. They might give you a little brother or sister soon."
He really couldn’t listen to the kids’ increasingly wild discussions any longer.
Chloe finally looked up at the driver, finding him quite handsome.
"I know, you’re Daddy’s assistant, right? You’re really good-looking."
The assistant flushed, seemingly realizing young miss always likes pretty things: pretty dolls, pretty houses, pretty people. Luckily she’s so shallow; otherwise, the boss couldn’t have wooed her mom.
"Thank you, young miss, for the compliment. Sit tight and be careful not to fall, we’ll reach the estate soon."
Today, Chloe was dressed beautifully as a flower girl.
When the car stopped, Marcus opened the car door and then turned to open Chloe’s side.
"Thank you, Marcus Quinn."
Chloe got out, holding his hand, as they finally reached the estate.
Marcus saw two adults whispering on the side and snorted coldly; they left him behind just like that. Adults truly have no conscience!
Many people had arrived at the estate, gathering together as the table was laden with rich dishes, just about to start the meal.
"Did you forget you have a son?"
Marcus walked up to Eleanor Hollis, accusingly speaking.
Eleanor Hollis sent Hugo Quinn a glare, all because of this person. She said they’d wait for Marcus, but Hugo couldn’t contain himself and had the driver pull away, taking advantage of her in the car.
This man really is...
Hugo Quinn showed no sign of guilt, wrapping his arm around her waist, leading her over to Julian Sterling’s table.
Julian Sterling nodded slowly as they arrived, looking weary.
"Why do you look so worn out?"
Hugo Quinn asked after sitting down and seeing his pale complexion.
Julian Sterling furrowed his brow—his shoots were wrapping up soon, pulling all-nighters daily, his body barely holding up. Luckily Gloria had been bringing him soup, otherwise his stomach wouldn’t have managed.
Hugo Quinn snorted. This person was already wealthy but worked tirelessly, standing in eye-catching places, all to be seen by that woman?
Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked; she still hadn’t reached out, maybe already married abroad.
But he couldn’t tell Julian this, for everyone knew Julian was fixated on that woman.
She was Julian Sterling’s poison, also his demise.
Yet, whether poison or demise, Julian Sterling was willingly captivated, his passion unreasonable.
Gloria Galloway’s current headlong plunge was destined for heartbreak.
But feelings are hard to empathize with unless personally experienced.