NovelEnglishThe two wedding processions collided head-on.
Barrett looked at Rafael, and Rafael looked back at Barrett.
Their gazes met, and Rafael felt nothing but gratitude. He was thankful Barrett had abandoned Carissa. However, gratitude was one thing-the fact that Barrett had previously wronged Carissa was another matter.
Barrett's eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions. Once, he had been just as passionate and proud while bringing Carissa into his home. Back then, he had felt like the happiest man in the world. Yet, fate was cruel.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNow, Carissa was the Hell Monarch's princess consort, while Barrett had married and divorced different women, never truly finding fulfillment.
Because of that, Barrett's complex gaze was filled with traces of envy, jealousy, resentment, bitterness, discomfort, and heartache. At this moment, he seemed to fully realize that he and Carissa could never go back- there really was no connection between them anymore.
It was this clear realization that led Barrett to say this as they passed each other: "Congratulations, Your Highness, on marrying my discarded ex-wife." He knew how irrational he sounded. He understood the gravity of his words, and the possible wrath of the Hell Monarch.
Despite that, there was no immediate consequence.
Rafael merely smiled at him, reined in his horse, and replied softly, "Thank you for being blind. It allowedto marry the one I truly love." Barrett was taken aback, watching as Rafael led his procession away in high spirits.
What had Rafael meant by that? The one he truly loved? Wasn't Rafael's marriage to Carissa a matter of necessity? After Rafael and his procession had moved away, his smile faded.
Dammit, Barrett was asking for trouble.
Dylan, who was leading the horses, had overheard the exchange and asked quietly, "Shall we deal with him?" "Tomorrow!" Rafael uttered firmly.
Today was a day of celebration. There would be no bloodshed.
Most importantly, Everett was present. Rafael definitely didn't want to experience the older man's punishment on his wedding night just because of sminor infraction of the rules and family customs. After a pause, Rafael added, "A group beating." Dylan was about to nod in agreement when Everett's chilling voice cfrom behind, "Quiet down. Is your involvement necessary?" Rafael immediately straightened his back, facing forward with his eyes fixed ahead.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSometimes, Everett's voice could be truly frightening. On this joyous day, couldn't the older man use a less intimidating tone? With the accompanying drums playing the entire way, the bridal carriage arrived at Hell Monarch Estate. The journey didn't take too long, as the residences of the powerful and wealthy were usually not too far apart.
At this moment, the sun still hung low in the sky, slowly descending and dyeing the clouds at the horizon with a magnificent tapestry-like brilliance. It had snowed in the morning, but by noon, the skies had cleared. Now, the setting sun seemed to be gilding the world with a layer of gold leaf. Rather than feeling like dusk or twilight, there was a sense of majestic and grand beauty.
The sunset revealed a grand and majestic beauty, even among the densely packed residences of the capital city.
The carriage cto a halt in front of Hell Monarch Estate. Carissa was effectively blindfolded by the white veil. She could only only see the sway of her wedding gown and the movement of people around her. She wanted to move forward, but the matchmaker and Winona held her back. After another round of deafening drum music, Winona and the matchmaker finally guided her inside.
The ground was covered with a red carpet. Carissa couldn't keep her head lowered for long her phoenix ve crown would slip. She could only keep her neck straight and occasionally glance at her feet to avoid tripping over the threshold. Didn't someone carry her in the last time? Why did she have to walk this time?
She didn't know that this was Adrian's intention. Now that she was married she would be required to handle many things on her own. If she couldn't even cross this threshold by herself, how could she reassure others in the future? Adrian also had another point of view: didn't Carissa want to do everything on her own? Fine. Go ahead and walk on her own.
Walk through the stone steps and step over the threshold on her own! X
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