Free Web NovelChapter 1315: Chapter 1312: Don’t Hit the Face, My Wife Loves This Face the Most
When Leah and her companions arrived at the Coldwell Manor, Griffith Squire and Aurora Coldwell were cuddling on the sofa. Aurora was flipping through bridal gown samples, while Griffith was on the phone, talking while feeding his wife with sliced fruits.
The man’s long legs were elegantly crossed, his handsome face carrying a mischievous grin, his tone unprecedentedly gentle: "Yes, please reserve the chapel for me as soon as possible. The guest list isn’t finalized yet, but it should be kept within sixty people to ensure security. As for the arrangements at the Vatican, I’ll trouble you to handle that."
Leah and the others exchanged glances. Was this a wedding preparation? Richard Shaw and Ignatius Leclair locked eyes briefly, both seeing the fire in each other’s eyes, eager to strike him.
Griffith hung up the phone and lazily raised his eyes to the uninvited four, saying, "Here to give the wedding gift?"
Leah let out a cold snort, her cold and pretty face expressionless, stuffing valuable gifts from the Shaw Mansion into his arms forcefully, grabbing his ear, and said with a cold smile, "Yours, all yours. Are you really my blood brother? I’m the last to know about your wedding?"
Seeing Griffith holding a pile of gifts being scolded thoroughly, Aurora giggled, her eyes curving as she said, "Leah, we suddenly decided to get married yesterday. Even we weren’t sure, don’t blame him."
After being tortured by Leah, Griffith, seeing his wife pitying him, chuckled, "Alright, enough hitting. Your sister-in-law is feeling sorry for me. Uncle Yang, entertain the guests."
The old butler came running over with a big smile, warmly inviting everyone to sit, directing the maids to serve tea and bring warm towels for their hands.
After venting, Leah ignored him and saw Aurora choosing bridal gowns, calling Delphine over to help. The three women, having never worn wedding gowns or had weddings, gathered together with endless topics to discuss.
"Shall we discuss the Coldwell-Claystone collaboration case?" Ignatius Leclair narrowed his eyes, looking towards Griffith cornered in the room, speaking in a low, chilly voice, revealing a meaningful smile.
Since coming out, Richard Shaw acted more restrained and steady, wiping his hands with a warm towel and thanking the old butler.
The old butler was slightly nervous, his face creasing deeper with a smile. Alongside Mr. Squire’s sister was someone with such outstanding temperament and icy sharpness, surely that Major General from the Imperial City.
He would be the relative of their household’s young lady. A noble from Imperial City indeed.
The old butler couldn’t help but grin more, serving even more diligently.
Griffith raised an eyebrow, lazily saying, "Alright, let’s discuss."
The man pointed to the Pavilion outside Coldwell Manor, calculating how much he should charge Ignatius Leclair before he would stop flipping out. Just as people left the living room, Griffith mumbled.
"Sneak attack, have some decency?"
"I’m beating you up, precisely." Ignatius Leclair successfully launched the sneak attack, saying with a cold smile.
In Southeast Asia, he was beaten twice by Griffith, crushed and rubbed against the ground both times. As an aristocratic lad, he could only handle some Western Swordsmanship, which was elective and out of interest. How could he compete with a warlord adept since childhood?
It was rare for this rascal to show off affection, even old Richard couldn’t stand it; not beating him was a missed opportunity.
Thus, both comrades exited the living room and started assaulting Griffith without hesitation.
Griffith was never afraid of single combat, but unexpectedly faced a two-on-one, one being Richard Shaw equally formidable, cursed lowly now and again.
"Don’t hit the face, my wife loves this face the most."
"Wow, no wonder you are single for years, such speed."
Action outside the courtyard was intense, Aurora wanted to check, but was held down by Leah and Delphine.
"Aurora, stay; they know their limits, just venting." Leah chuckled, "Ignatius Leclair was beaten twice by my brother in Southeast Asia, bearing a grudge ever since; let him release some steam."
"Mainly, lately we both rejected proposals, don’t wish to marry, and you and Griffith suddenly threw a red bombshell, stirring envy greatly." Delphine added, her eyes sparkling like black grapes.
"Oh, oh, oh." Aurora thought two against one, her heart clenching tightly.
"Wow, you’re impressive, none want to marry?" Aurora was amazed, seeing them both beautiful and independent. One dating Major General Shaw, the other cohabiting with Crown Prince from Southeast Asia, yet neither wanting marriage.
"Our situation is different from yours; though my brother is a rough, unrefined guy, he adores spoiling women. These years, hasn’t he been like a nanny to you?" Leah asked, her charming eyes narrowing slightly.
Aurora nodded, for over two years, Griffith almost catered to her every demand, accomplishing all she never dared dream of.
"That’s right, your relationship goes smoothly; marriage is natural. But Delphine and I are different. Richard Shaw had a first love once, when I bore Casimir Shaw, he was away on peacekeeping, nine months not around." Leah sneered, marrying isn’t that simple.
"At eighteen, Ignatius Leclair kicked me out; meeting Leah later kept me alive." Delphine murmured, a cool distant look shading her eyes, "Marriage isn’t necessary, my current life is good; if unwilling to stay together one day, breaking up is easier."
Aurora was slightly shocked, realizing these two envied relationships outside held significant suffering for Leah and Delphine.
"I support you both." Aurora said passionately, clenching her fist.
Leah and Delphine exchanged a smile, suddenly understanding why Griffith would marry Aurora, simply pure and endearing as a bunny, with a soft nature unlike their edginess.
Such a weathered, drifting soul as Griffith truly needed a soft, kind woman to warm the years ahead.
"Are you planning your wedding in Vatican?" Leah recalled Griffith’s earlier words.
I encountered Griffith in Vatican, so we want a church wedding." Aurora’s eyes brightened. Having lived in Florence for years, studying oil painting, she endorsed European aesthetics highly, making the church wedding her top choice given its importance.
"That’s great, have you chosen bridesmaids?" Delphine asked with a smile.
Aurora was slightly troubled, having lived secluded years with nearly no friends. The debutante circle was highly pragmatic, her friends near all severed ties after she lost her voice.
"I think there’s one not married yet, possibly invite her; can I ask you both to be bridesmaids?" Aurora shyly asked, facing them as one coldly enchanting, another beautifully pure, both nearly overly exquisite.
