Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 922

The emcee carried out his tasks in an orderly manner nonetheless.

Stella stood beside Weston motionless, listening to the noise. Her heart was cold, though.

The buzzing noise in her ear made her couldn't hear clearly

The priest invited spoke fluently.

Those marriage vows only heard on TV were now in her ears.

He asked her, "Stella, whether you are rich or poor, old or sick, are you willing to marry the gentleman in front of you and let him be your husband?"

Her heart trembled, and she lowered her eyes.

Weston looked down at her, suddenly stretched out his hand and clasped her fingers tightly.

She took a deep breath and said slowly, "I do." The next second, she felt the strength in her hand increase.

The man pressed his fingertips on the back of her hand, almost crushing her bones.

The priest turned to Weston. "Weston, regardless of poverty, wealth, life, old age, sickness or death, would you like to marry the young lady in front of you?" "Never give up, love her, take care of her, love her forever?"

Despite the emptiness in her heart, Stella raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.

He, too, was gazing into her eyes as he said, "I do."

Applause rang.

The priest, a grey-bearded old man with a kind face, stood under the holy cross as he gave his blessings to them.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. From now, you will be together through thick and thin and will be each other's lifelong partners."

Stella was in a trance as she heard the announcement.

A lifetime.

It sounded like a very distant word.

It meant she wouldn't have any choice in her life after this.

She could only stay by his side.

As Weston said, it would be until he got tired of her.

There was prolonged applause from the audience. Even though they had a million questions, their well wishes were from the bottom of their hearts as they witnessed this moment. Perhaps that was the fascinating thing about love.

People usually heard how it was described, but few saw its true face.

Some thought that love was fake, and some believed it was just a fabricated lie where it was all in the moment's rush where a man and a woman yearned for each other.

There was no eternal love in this world, but true love existed in every fleeting moment. It was sometimes dirty, ugly, persecuting, deceitful, scarring, and sometimes full of holes.

But there would be a moment when people would see the light between two individuals.

Their bodies seemed to shimmer with light whenever they proclaimed their eternal oath.

For love, one was willing to risk it all, no matter when or where.

They were both newlyweds who had voluntarily became man and wife.

Guinevere was utterly embarrassed.

She couldn't even get inside. Next to her, Ben and a group of bodyguards surrounded her and Warren. They didn't have any chance to make trouble, but they could watch the live broadcast on the big screen. Warren's face was ashen as there was nothing he could do.

The plan he had today had all gone to waste. He suddenly realized that Weston hadn't listened to him at all.