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No matter how it played out, Daisy shouldn’t have resorted to such a clumsy trick to force them to return her.
She was still too stubborn, too willful.
Desmond pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. It seemed that she would need another round of
lessons.
Meanwhile, Daisy was woken up early by Emma, who insisted on getting her makeup done
Two hours passed in a blur. As the stylist set the last spray, she stepped back and smiled, “Perfect. The bride looks stunning today.”
Standing beside her, Emma gave a proud nod and a thumbs up.
Daisy smiled softly. “Thank you.”
Outside, the commotion of the grand wedding procession could already be heard, signaling the moment had
come.
Daisy held her breath, her heart racing.
Even though this was her fourth time wearing a wedding dress, nerves twisted her stomach, her palms damp with sweat
As she was gently lifted, Gordon leaned close and whispered, “Leave it all to me.”
Daisy responded with a quiet sound, her voice barely a whisper.
The luxurious wedding car procession rolled steadily toward the Davis Family’s grand mansion,
As they reached the entrance, the bride and groom stepped out, walking side by side down the long red carpet that stretched from the mansion’s doors to the outside.
US,”
“Daisy!”
A stern voice suddenly broke through the air, causing Daisy to stop.
She turned, her gaze meeting her father’s furious face, flanked by the three others.
Desmond stepped forward, his eyes scanning Daisy in her wedding dress.
His expression hardened, but he suppressed the storm inside and grabbed her wrist. “Daisy, come back with
Daisy jerked her arm away, her face cold as ice. “Go back and lock me up in the psychiatric hospital again?” Desmond frowned deeply, regarding her with a look that almost seemed pitying “Is this really why you ran away? To marry someone else?”
He rubbed his brow in frustration, his tone heavy with regret. “If you hadn’t caused so much damage, I never
would’ve had to send you to that place.”
Daisy let out a sharp, mocking laugh. Her eyes gleamed with derision.
hand
Daisy didn’t want to engage with Desmond and instead turned, her fingers brushing Gordon’s as she took his
Desmond instinctively moved to stop her, but Gordon had already seized his wrist before she could react, his voice low and firm “Sir, please show some respect.”
Desmond’s eyes, hidden behind his glasses, sharpened in an instant. He locked his cold gaze on Gordon, his voice lowering with intensity. “Do you know the woman you’re marrying today has already been promised to
someone else?”
Heather stepped forward. “Mr. Davis, I’m not sure if Daisy told you, but Desmond is her fiancé and our families
are well aware of it.”
She paused, watching Gordon’s reaction, her eyes waiting for a sign of acknowledgment.
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Before arriving, Heather had done her homework, secretly investigating Gordon’s background.
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As she mulled it over, a twinge of jealousy gnawed at her. How was it that Daisy, disfigured as she was, could still be chosen by the young master of the Davis Family?
Heather’s hopes would be dashed forever if Daisy really married into the Davis Family.
But then, a smug smile crept onto her face. Would Gordon still want her as his bride if he knew Daisy already had
a fiancé?
Heather couldn’t help but laugh quietly to herself, but her amusement faltered when Gordon’s expression remained unreadable. “So what if she has a fiancé?” he said coolly. “It’s not like she’s being sold to your family. Can’t
she back out?”
Desmond’s aura immediately turned icy, his gaze locking onto Gordon with a dangerous edge.
A flash of malice sparked in his eyes and the tension in the air grew palpable as if the very atmosphere crackled with unspoken hostility.
Heather’s expression faltered, struggling to remain composed. Despite everything. Gordon still refused to let go of Daisy.
Desmond’s gaze returned to Daisy, his voice carrying an edge of disbelief. “Daisy, are you really going to marry
this man?”
He took a step closer, his words sharpening. “Do you even know him?”
A sigh of frustration slipped from his lips and his tone shifted to one of self–indulgent concern. “There’s no need
to gamble with your happiness just to spite me.”
With an almost pleading look, he added, “I promise you, we’ll marry the moment we get back, alright?”
