CHAPTER 901: CHAPTER 901: YES, I DO

Amidst the cheers and crowd, Hayden Crawford lifted Serena Sterling horizontally and carried her directly into the floral carriage.

Justin Xavier was also present, accompanied by Davina Rowe, while the bride and groom had already left, Justin chose to stay.

Davina felt a bit timid and anxious. After Old Master Xavier’s visit, she returned to Justin’s side. Although Justin didn’t reject her, he was very indifferent, neither speaking to her nor even looking at her, almost treating her as if she were invisible.

"Pre... President Xavier," Davina whispered, "Shall we... go too?"

With his hands in his pockets, Justin’s cold gaze fell on the seven fake brides with their headscarves on ahead, as if he hadn’t heard Davina. He simply strode forward.

Davina watched him in surprise, and soon her pupils shrank, for she saw Justin walking straight up to one of the brides and lifting her headscarf.

The next second, Leah Thorne’s soft and charming face came into view.

Davina was shocked, realizing why Justin had stayed put. Like Hayden, he had spotted Leah among the crowd at a glance.

Now he approached and directly lifted Leah’s headscarf.

Davina’s hands hanging at her sides quickly clenched into fists, filled with unwillingness and jealousy.

As a bridesmaid, Leah naturally had to participate in the game with the eight brides. With Serena Sterling taken away by Hayden Crawford, Leah was preparing to leave when a pair of hands suddenly reached over and lifted her headscarf.

She looked up, finding Justin Xavier’s handsome and refined face magnified in her view.

He had surprisingly come over to lift her headscarf directly.

Justin stood before her, his gaze falling on her delicate features. Today, Leah wore light makeup, and to match the performance earlier, she had twisted up her wavy curls. It was Justin’s first time seeing her with her hair up.

With her hair up, Leah lost a bit of her usual aloof charm, gaining more of a warm, homely feel. As Justin looked at her, his thin lips slowly formed a curve, and he smiled.

He understood now, he saw what she looked like, ready to marry with her hair up.

Who could pick this thorny red rose and make her a wife, yet she could be so warm and homely.

Why is he smiling?

What’s so funny?

Leah raised her delicate eyebrows, "President Xavier, have you seen enough? If so, please let go. Aren’t you afraid your girlfriend will get jealous if you come running over to lift my headscarf?"

Leah glanced knowingly at Davina.

Justin still held her headscarf, unwilling to let go, his low voice tinged with laughter, "It’s okay, my girlfriend is very understanding. She knows when to turn a blind eye."

Davina felt like the two were openly flirting right in front of her.

After Old Master Xavier’s departure, Leah had ignored Justin, and now Justin was back with Davina, it seemed their relationship had ended.

Yet it also seemed unresolved, like the spring breeze that couldn’t be extinguished, and wildfires that grew again.

Leah raised her hand, took off the headscarf, and stuffed it into his hand, "Since President Xavier likes it, I’ll give it to you."

Leah turned and left.

Justin watched her sway her slender waist, walking away in high heels, disappearing from his sight. Hands in his pockets, he reached out, licked his dry lips, and laughed to himself.

In his palm was the headscarf she had just worn. He placed the scarf under his nose and took a whiff.

Fragrant.

Her scent lingered on this scarf.

Justin stuffed the headscarf into his pocket and also left.

Davina stood frozen on the spot. She had just witnessed Justin looking in the direction Leah had disappeared, smiling inappropriately. She had also seen Justin lower his head to smell Leah’s worn headscarf and watched as he stashed Leah’s headscarf into his pocket, hiding it away. She really thought Justin was quite... strange.

Justin’s attitude towards Leah was becoming more honest and blatant. Every look he gave her was that of a man watching a woman, as if any minute, he wanted to strip Leah bare.

...

Hayden Crawford and Serena Sterling walked down the red carpet amidst everyone’s blessings, reaching the priest.

The priest asked, "Bride, do you take this man beside you as your husband, to live together in rich and poor, in sickness and in health, facing challenges and tribulations together, without betrayal, without abandonment?"

Serena’s bright eyes fell on Hayden’s handsome face, and she slowly curled her lips, "Yes, I do."

"Alright, the groom may kiss the bride," the priest announced.

Finally, they reached this moment. Hayden lifted Serena’s headscarf again and held her face, kissing her.

Hayden kissed for a long time, even making the priest tap his small gavel, "Groom, enough already, even God has had his fill of this dog food."

Pff~

Hahaha~

The guests below burst into laughter once more.

Serena felt the nervous sweat in Hayden’s palms, and she laughed as she fell into Hayden’s arms.

The breeze kissed her cheeks, and happiness overflowed.

Now it was time for the bride to toss the bouquet; whoever caught it would be the next to marry.

The unmarried men and women began to stir, "Come on, come catch the bridal bouquet!"

Serena stood on the stage, blinking anxiously at her best friend Leah, signaling her to stand behind to catch it, indicating she’d throw it to her!

Leah raised her eyebrows, unmoving, signaling she didn’t want it—after all, she was a single aristocrat.

Serena, "..."

Not daring to make it too obvious, Serena turned her back, closed her eyes, and threw the bouquet directly.

Ah!

A scream erupted from behind.

Leah looked up to see the bouquet landing on someone—it was... Justin Xavier.

Justin stood elegantly, hands in his pockets, with no intention of catching the bouquet, yet it flew straight into his arms.

--Daily Story with Ariel and Jude--

17-year-old Isabelle Willow.

Isabelle is now 17, marking her second year with Jude Crawford.

On her 17th birthday, Jude took her to witness a rain of flowers.

When they returned to the hotel, both of them were soaked through. Jude looked at the 17-year-old Isabelle, who had quickly matured over the past two years. Her once youthful features growing more stunning, and even her figure had transformed. The wet clothes clung to her tight, curved, youthful form. It wasn’t seductive yet, but carried a sense of innocent allure.

Jude quickly averted his gaze, tucking his hand into his pocket.

At that moment, Isabelle ran over, hugging his waist, "I’m so cold, Jude, hug me~"