Chapter 6
The next day, when selecting a new wedding dress, off–the–rack ones of course never fit quite right
Iintentionally had Ethan Williams accompany me all day but still didn’t find a suitable one.
On the way back, I sighed, “What a pity, it’s all my fault for being careless.”
Ethan Williams chuckled, “It’s okay, take your time.”
I stared into his eyes, “Ethan Williams, since the dress is ruined, how about we don’t get married?”
The car screeched to a sudden halt. Inertia throw me forward. I crashed into Ethan Williams‘ hand as he protected me, “Are you okay?”
I shook my head. Pretending to ask, “What’s wrong? I was just joking.”
He gripped my hand tightly and pulled me into his embrace, “Babe, I can’t take this joke from You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this day.”
Really? But Ethan Williams, isn’t this what you all planned?
Accompany me to pick a dress, write invitations, create happy memories together, then ruthlessly stab me.
I’m just helping you create opportunities. What are you afraid of?
That evening, as soon as we got home, before I could even take off my shoes, Ethan Williams hugged mo against the cabinet in the entryway.
His scorching body enveloped me, raining down kisses. Eager to vent his emotions.
I dodged and gently pushed him away, “Ethan Williams, I don’t feel well. I don’t want to do it.”
Aroused yet dampened by my words, his body stiffened. As if trying hard to see something on my face.
After a while, he sighed and embraced me, gently placing his hand on my stomach to massage it, “Is your stomach still hurting?”
I neither nodded nor shook my head. His kiss landed on my hair. “You sit for a bit first. I’ll shower and make His phone kept flashing beside us. I unlocked it and saw messages from that girl. [Ethan, I still haven’t gotten my invitation. Obedient.jpg]
you
dinner.”
[By the way. Aunt Williams told me to drop by your company tomorrow. My resume was accepted, I’m awesome-] [Hope all goes well, then I can see you every day and bring you the lunch I made mysel
I gently put it back. Then I opened my wedding prep diary
I wrote: [Wedding countdown: 19 days. Went dress shopping with Ethan today. What a pity, none fit well. Maybe because I lost too much weight recently looking for him. But it’s okay. Thinking about becoming his bride soon makes me so happy. He feels the same way, right?]
Scrolling up, I filled in the events that happened recently.
[Wedding countdown: 30 days. Ethan disappeared. I can’t find him. I watched our wedding venue plans on repeat on my tablet and cried all night. My eyes are all swollen.]
[Wedding countdown: 20 days, Ethan come back. I’m so pathetic. Did I push him too hard and give him cold feet? It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have done that. I just love him too much.]
These will be the most heartless gifts I give him in the future.
