Winning Her Heart Back

The Bride Is Here 

Emelie rose to her feet. 

As she passed Ashton, Ashton sincerely said, “Emelie, you look beautiful. I wish you a happy marriage.” 

Emelie smiled slightly. 

Downstairs, a convoy of nine luxurious cars was neatly Ened up, waiting for her. 

According to the customs in Capebatt City, the groom wouldn’t personally go to pick up the bride. Instead, it’s usually done by the groom’s elders, typically his parents, to show respect and acceptance of the bride. 

William hadn’t invited his parents to the wedding. Instead, his uncle and aunt, whom he had a good relationship with, were handling the pickup 

Lyle, who was in charge of the convoy, was also there. 

Lyle was lying against the car door and straightened up when he saw Emelie being helped down the stairs by Ashton. 

William’s uncle and aunt warmly greeted Emelie, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then opened the car door, 

Before getting into the car, Emelie exchanged a glance with Lyle before lowering her gaze. She then bent down and entered the car. 

As Lyle was chewing his gum, he turned around and shouted, “The bride is here. Let’s go! 

The wedding was held at a hotel. William, dressed in a black suit, was surrounded by guests offering their congratulations. 

As he politely exchanged greetings, he frequently glanced towards the entrance, so much so that everyone noticed and teased him for being eager to see the bride. He didn’t deny it as he was mentally calculating the time it would take for the convoy to arrive. 

When a guest complimented the decor of the banquet hall, William replied, “She arranged it all! 

Although he didn’t say her name, everyone immediately understood he meant Mrs. Middleton. It sounded more intimate and affectionate than using her name. 

Everyone began praising her taste and her keen eye for aesthetics. 

William looked around the venue too. It was primarily decorated with fresh flowers. 

Emelle had chosen dreamy hydrangeas with elegant clusters of pale green leaves and light green buds, symbolizing perfection and beauty, 

More importantly, the green complemented Emelie’s wedding dress. 

Charles, Beathan, and Bryan were also invited to the wedding Together, they congratulated him. 

Charles said with a smile, “Theard you came from Naraville this morning, Mr. Middleton. You’ve only been apart for a few hours, yet you 

Naraville was the house Willum had given Emelie. 

miss her already? 

William replied calmly, “You seem to know my schedule better than my secretary, Mr. Davis,” 

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“Not at all I just happen to know,” Charles said, taking a glass of wine from a passing tray. 

With a hint of sarcasm, he made a toast to him. “Here’s a toast to you, Mr. Middleton. May your wedding with Ms. Hoven proceed without a hitch today” 

The water turned the tray towards William. However, he didn’t take a glass, showing no intention of accepting Charles’s toast, his expression was cold and aloof, Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The four major business tycoons standing together was quite the spectacle, especially given the strange tension between them. 

Bryan attempted to defuse the tension. “Of course, the wedding will proceed smoothly. Mr. Davis, you owe us three drinks later for your inability to deler well–wishes. By the way, Theard Ms. Hoven is pregnant. That’s wonderful news. With her marriage to Mr. Middleton and a baby on the way, we can all breathe a sigh of relief” 

“Actually, it’s a triple reassurance,” Bearhan interjected, lifting a glass and gesturing for the waiter to depart. 

He spoke calmly. “The one person who had knowledge of the account book, Mrs. Hoven, isn’t waking up. Isn’t that right, Mr. Middleton? 

William twisted the wedding ring on his finger and looked at him. “Of course.” 

Beathan took a sip of his drink and said softly. “It’s really a pity she can’t see her daughter get married.” 

In the ICU, Greta suddenly opened her eyes.