Chapter 7
Seeing her expression. Leander felt a sudden, inexplicable panic surge through him.
He shot to his feet and, without waiting for the family dinner to end, pulled Elara into their room.
“Elara!” He closed the door, explaining urgently, “Marla’s been depressed lately. The doctor said her emotional instability could affect the baby. I’m just humoring her so she can safely deliver the child…”
He cupped her face, his voice almost pleading: “Just bear with it a little longer. It’ll be over soon. Once the baby is born, I’ll send her away immediately, and we can live as a family of three. Okay?”
“A family of three?*
Looking at his anxious expression, Elara suddenly found it laughable.
He wouldn’t need to send Marla away.
Because this time, she would be the one leaving.
“Okay,” she said softly. “I agree.”
Leander relaxed visibly, pulling her into his arms with relief: “I knew you’d understand. You’re always so reasonable.”
Wedding preparations began in earnest.
Every day, Marla excitedly selected wedding rings and dresses, even deliberately bringing wedding venue catalogs to ask for Elara’s opinion.
“Elara, what do you think of this venue?” she smiled sweetly, though her eyes held provocation. “Leander said he wants to give me the best.”
Elara calmly flipped through the catalog: “They all look nice.”
Marla felt like she was punching cotton, biting her lip in frustration.
Finally, only the wedding dress remained undecided.
Marla clung to Leander’s arm, acting coquettish: “Leander, I want to wear Elara’s wedding dress. May I?”
That dress had cost Leander over ten million dollars, custom–made by an internationally renowned designer.
It was the witness to their love.
Leander’s expression shifted, instinctively about to refuse.
But Elara suddenly spoke up: “Of course.”
Leander whipped around to stare at her in disbelief: “Elara?”
Elara’s expression remained calm: “Didn’t you tell me to be more generous with her?”
She stood and walked toward the dressing room, her voice light-
“Besides, it’s just a wedding dress.”
“Why wouldn’t I agree?”
She took down the snow white gown and handed it to Marla,
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Chapter 7
Seeing her expression, Leander felt a sudden, inexplicable panic surge through him.
He shot to his feet and, without waiting for the family dinner to end, pulled Elara into their room.
“Elara!” He closed the door, explaining urgently, “Marla’s been depressed lately. The doctor said her emotional instability could affect the baby I’m just humoring her so she can safely deliver the child…”
He cupped her face, his voice almost pleading: “Just bear with it a little longer. It’ll be over soon. Once the baby is born, I’ll send her away immediately, and we can live as a family of three. Okay?”
“A family of three?*
Looking at his anxious expression, Elara suddenly found it laughable.
He wouldn’t need to send Marla away.
Because this time, she would be the one leaving.
“Okay,” she said softly. “I agree.”
Leander relaxed visibly, pulling her into his arms with relief: “I knew you’d understand. You’re always so reasonable.”
Wedding preparations began in earnest.
Every day, Marla excitedly selected wedding rings and dresses, even deliberately bringing wedding venue catalogs to ask for Elara’s opinion.
“Elara, what do you think of this venue?” she smiled sweetly, though her eyes held provocation. “Leander said he wants to give me the best.”
Elara calmly flipped through the catalog: “They all look nice.”
Marla felt like she was punching cotton, biting her lip in frustration.
Finally, only the wedding dress remained undecided.
Marla clung to Leander’s arm, acting coquettish: “Leander, I want to wear Elara’s wedding dress. May I?”
That dress had cost Leander over ten million dollars, custom–made by an internationally renowned designer.
It was the witness to their love.
Leander’s expression shifted, instinctively about to ref
But Elara suddenly spoke up: “Of course.”
Leander whipped around to stare at her in disbelief: “Elara?”
Elara’s expression remained calm: “Didn’t you tell me to be more generous with her?”
She stood and walked toward the dressing room, her voice light-
“Besides. it’s just a wedding dress.”
“Why would
I agree?”
She took down the snow–white gown and handed it to Marla.
Leander stood frozen, looking at her serene expression, an unprecedented panic flooding his heart.
As if…
She was slowly disappearing from lus life.
But quickly, he suppressed lus unease. Elara loved him so much–she could never leave him.
Besides, just one more month of patience. Once Marla delivered the baby, everything would be over. Elara would wait for him.
Marla, oblivious to Leander’s thoughts, clutched the dress in ecstatic joy and immediately dragged him to the wedding venue for rehearsal.
She couldn’t wait to change into the million–dollar gown. Standing before the mirror, she spun around and smiled smugly at Leander: “Leander, do I look beautiful in this dress?”
Leander stared at the gown, his expression complex.
This was his and Elara’s wedding dress.
He had personally placed the veil on her head and made vows before the priest.
“In this lifetime, I only want you.”
And now, it was worn by another woman.
His throat tightened as he forced a smile: “…Beautiful.”
