Chapter 10
The wedding dress was ultimately chosen by James. He said we’d make do with it for now, as he’d already commissioned
a master to create a new, custom–made gown at great expense for us to wear when we have our wedding on the island
Oh, that island is the one James bought and named after mo when he proposed.
On the day of the proposal, James brought me to this private island. His fingers gently traced my palm, sending tingles of
electricity through me. Suddenly, James dropped to one knee and pulled out on exquisite box from his pocket. My heart
instantly raced.
He gazed at me lovingly, “From the moment I met you, I knew you were the only person I wanted to spend my life with As he spoke, his fingers lightly caressed my cheek, making me melt. He opened the box, revealing aring adorned with a dazzling diamond.
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“Emily, will you marry me?” Toors welled up in my eyes as I nodded vigorously and said, “Yes, I will.” James stood up,
slipped the ring onto my finger, and pulled me into his arms. He planted a passionate kiss on my lips, leaving a trail of warm. moist touches wherever his lips met my skin.
The proposal scene is still vivid in my mind. How ironic.
Back then, he was the one who said his greatest wish had finally come true.
Now, as the wedding approaches, he’s the one trying to escape and humiliate mo
James, tell me, is it really so hard to find true love in this world?
I saw that girls status update again: “Work situation resolved! James is keeping me by his side. One step closer to my Dream Guy,
The photo attached was a candid shot of James in a mooting
I took screenshots of everything.
And I wrote: “Wedding countdown: 17 days Getting more excited about my wedding with James!”
Remembering our intimate moments, scones that belonged to just the two of us. I’m determined to weave a dream of happiness for him, only to let him fall hard into the abyss.
So for the past week, I’ve had James accompany me in doing many things
I haven’t been involved in any of the wedding details this time. I’ve let James handle everything with the wedding planning company
I want him to understand every single aspect
Even down to the smallest bouquet, I want him to know where it’s coming from
I’ve made sure he knows all the procedures, what needs to be done every minute, even more clearly than I do.
He hugged me and said playfully, “Darling, marrying you is truly a grand project.”
on the day, will you?”
Hlaughed, “James, with such a big project and so much effort put in, you won’t run away on the He fell silent for a moment, saying nothing.
After a while, he held me tight: “Darling, how could I possibly run away? I’m madly in love with you.” Saying this, he kissed me as if claiming a reward for all his hard work these days. James’s kisses were like searing flames, his lips leaving a trail of scorching marks on my neck, making me gasp softly. He prossed me down onto the soft bed, his long fingers skillfully undoing my buttons. As each piece of clothing fall away, James’s gaze grow more intense and heated.
Our bodies pressed tightly together I could feel the strong lines of his body and that blood–rushing heat. James’s breathing was heavy and rapid as he whispered in my ear, his voice full of passion and love. His hands roomed over my skin, from my collarbone to my chest and down to my waist, each touch making me shiver. I eagerly wrapped my orms around his neck, responding to his kisses and caresses. He began to unbutton my top, his movements swift yet gentle and considerate. As the fabric slowly slid away, revealing expanses of skin, James couldn’t help but lower his head to gently bite and suck every exposed inch… from collarbone to chest to abdomen….
also part of my plan for
Trasponded to him, because making him familiar with and crave my body was also wanted him to think of our passionate lovemaking whenever he thought of me in the future, to remember the scenes of our
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repeated climaxes, to recall the images of our naked bodies intertwined. I wanted him to become familiar with the foaling of caressing every inch of my skin, to make him utterly unable to forget me.
Afterwards, I had him write invitation cards with me
Actually, the invitations had already been sent out, but I suggested sending another round to our closest friends.
I had him write: “Wanting to spend every moment of the future with Emily.”
Smiling at him, I said, “This is the life I want.”
He didn’t respond because I saw him messaging that girl: Tll give you the invitation card tomorrow.”
The girl sent a happy emoji.
I also wrote: “Wadding countdown: 8 days. Will there be a perfect ending?”
Of course not
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