Free Web NovelChapter 1316: Chapter 1313: Honey, My Chest Feels Tight
Leah laughed immediately when she heard Delphine was to be a bridesmaid. Little Delphine as a bridesmaid? That would surely blow up on social media.
"I don’t mind, as long as you don’t mind that I had a marriage with Delphine," Leah said, biting her seductive red lips with a smile.
"No way," said the three men in unison as they returned from a fight outside.
"Leah, we’re not divorced, we just missed a procedure, so you can’t be a bridesmaid," Richard Shaw said with a straight face, lying through his teeth. Technically speaking, Leah’s status is firmly single.
"My dear, we can have Benjamin and Nicholas as flower children, but as for a bridesmaid, you’re too beautiful, and your popularity in the entertainment sector is too high; it wouldn’t be good to outshine the bride," Ignatius Leclair said, with a smug grin, shamelessly praising his wife and deciding to offer up their adorably unbeatable twins in recognition of his earlier beating of Griffith Squire.
Griffith Squire, now black and blue from the beating, with his exceptionally handsome face dark with anger, decided that these two rascals are dreaming, and he won’t invite them to the wedding.
The three distinctly styled yet equally remarkable men walked in from the courtyard, their usually crisp attire now wrinkled, cufflinks torn off, and their faces all bore varying degrees of bruises.
Aurora Coldwell, upon seeing Griffith injured the worst, despite just having attended a press conference that morning with a handsome face, now hurt, quickly stood up, heartache apparent, and went to fetch the medical kit, and the issue of the bridesmaid got completely jumbled up.
"Oh dear, it hurts," Griffith Squire sat on the sofa, enjoying his wife’s gentle and attentive care as she applied medicine, occasionally feigning pity with little cries.
"Then I’ll be even more gentle," Aurora Coldwell said tenderly and softly, while she gently blew on his wounds, hoping to ease his pain.
This gullible? Griffith Squire, that lucky dog, really hit the jackpot finding such a soft and adorable wife.
Next to them, Ignatius Leclair and Richard Shaw both had sour expressions. They were wounded and bruised too, and Griffith, that fierce character, would fight like a beast, even biting back several times when beaten, just look at that loving couple, then look at their own wives.
Leah and Delphine completely ignored their injuries, enthusiastically discussing what style of wedding dress would look best on Aurora Coldwell.
Ignatius Leclair coughed lightly and walked up to Delphine, his handsome face showing a hint of pain, leaned in and said softly, "Darling, there’s a sense of pressure in my chest, could it be a post-surgery symptom?"
He had just undergone surgery, huh?!
Delphine, seeing him like an abandoned puppy, reached out and touched the man’s handsome face. She then got up and sighed softly, saying, "Where are you hurt? Let me see."
"I’m bruised all over," Ignatius Leclair said seriously, a flash of mischief in his deep, phoenix-like eyes, "I’m not very good at fighting; they’re both professionals."
You sly dog!!!
Griffith Squire snorted coldly, had it not been two against one, he would have pinned this hypocritical Ignatius Leclair down, beating him until his own father wouldn’t recognize him.
Delphine asked the butler if there was a guest room, then took Ignatius Leclair to the guest room to check his injuries.
The man smirked, showing a victorious smile, glancing slightly at the pitiful Richard Shaw, indicating with his eyes that in front of his wife, one should never worry about pride, understood?
Richard Shaw had the lightest injuries, his handsome cold visage with only a few scratches. When it came to combat, Griffith and he both learned the lethal techniques; two against one, someone like Old Leclair, a latecomer, of course, ended up gloriously bruised.
Richard Shaw dared not show off in front of Leah; being a Major General, beating up his brother-in-law and then going to his wife to pretend to be hurt was simply asking for a beating, wasn’t it?
Thus, the man calmly went to wash the marks off his face and continued to play the stoic tough man.
This whole commotion took them right to dinner time.
The old housekeeper specifically asked about everyone’s tastes and then had the chef prepare a whole table of dishes according to everyone’s preferences. Six people remarkably found themselves sitting at the same table for a meal.
The atmosphere was very awkward, unbelievably awkward. They’d just fought, and previously meeting each other meant being enemies; to now sit peacefully at the same table didn’t come easily.
Griffith Squire always gave no regard to anyone, not even the emperor; Richard Shaw was overly upright and taciturn, forcing the usually aloof and noble Ignatius Leclair to become the socially adept one.
"Is there any wine? On such a happy day, it’s wrong not to drink," Ignatius Leclair said blandly.
"Uncle Yang, bring out the most expensive wine. Start with six bottles of white, then 12 bottles of red," Griffith Squire said with a smirk. He was never afraid of drinking with anyone.
Richard Shaw’s face stiffened slightly; among the three, he had the worst drinking capacity, generally abstaining from alcohol due to his duties as a commander, only occasionally having a drink or two at weddings. He was aware of Old Leclair’s ability to drink, never getting drunk.
Ignatius Leclair’s narrow, deep eyes squinted, giving him a reassuring glance, with the implication that they rely on Richard Shaw for fights, but rely on him for drinking. This bastard Griffith, flaunting his love, should be prepared to take their blows.
Aurora Coldwell was a bit flustered to see the butler really bringing so much wine, questioning how they could drink after just sustaining injuries?
She reached out and tugged on Griffith Squire’s sleeve like Bambi, looking at him with doe-like eyes.
Griffith felt a softness in his heart, feeling intoxicated even before drinking, but the alcohol had to be consumed. Drinking bolsters one’s courage, and tonight was his wedding night; without drinking, he feared not performing well.
"I’ll maintain three parts sober," he whispered in her little white ear, his breath warm.
Aurora was dazed by the mating signals he sent out, her blushing cheeks lowered, quietly responding with a soft "yes." In their household, Griffith always had the final say. Today’s indeed a great day for them to marry; she did wish to drink and celebrate a little.
Over at the table, the men poured out the white wine, and Delphine picked a bottle of red, smiling, "On such a happy wedding day, a little red wine?"
Aurora Coldwell and Leah both nodded eagerly, eyes shining brightly.
Thus, the three men began awkwardly chatting while awkwardly drinking, while Leah and Delphine, unable to listen any longer, each took a bottle of red wine and dragged Aurora over to the courtyard to drink.
Delphine, with a sensitive stomach, didn’t drink much with Aurora, but Leah drank over a bottle of red wine, eventually leaning in Delphine’s arms, crying and whimpering. In truth, when she saw Griffith and Richard Shaw sitting together drinking, she wanted to cry. One was a youth she had liked from a young age, and the other a long-lost brother. Their years of hostility had been hardest on her.
Delphine stroked her hair, gently comforting her.
"Has Leah always been this sincere?" Aurora Coldwell was surprised to see Leah burst into tears. She herself, unable to freely express emotions, would even suppress tears if she wanted to cry.
"She’s always been this way, daring to love and hate, always a beacon of positive energy. When I first met Leah, it was the first time I felt a yearning for light," Delphine said softly, her alabaster face gentle.
"You two have such a wonderful relationship," Aurora Coldwell said enviously.
Just then, Richard Shaw came out of the living room, his handsome, stern face showing no sign of inebriation, nor did he smell of alcohol. Seeing Leah drunk and acting up in Delphine’s arms, his heart softened immediately, saying in a low voice, "She’s had too much. I’ll take her back to rest."
Delphine nodded.
Richard Shaw bent down to pick up Leah, who clung stubbornly, coaxing her gently as he steadily carried her upstairs to rest.
