Chapter 80
Clayton’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the group. He asked, “What did you say? What Kidman Family? Whose wedding is today? Isn’t it the Monroe Family’s?”
One of them glanced at him and burst into laughter. They said, “You don’t even know that and still came here? It’s Kidman Family’s young heir marrying Miss Monroe. Oh, I get it. You’re here trying to win a partnership, huh? Then don’t waste your time. Alastair treasures his wife like gold. If you want in, better suck up to her. If she nods, the contract might get signed right on the spot!” With that, they turned and entered the hotel.
Clayton couldn’t sit still anymore. He hurriedly got out of the car and tried to rush inside.
But the remained guards all stepped in front of him, their faces full of disdain. They insisted, “No invitation, no entry. Unless Miss Monroe says so, you’ve got no right to go in.” That one sentence shattered his last shred of hope.>>
He still couldn’t believe the girlfriend he’d been with for six years had swapped out the groom on their wedding day. Wasn’t she always dreaming of marrying him?
Hadn’t she said her only wish was to cook and care for him with all her heart? Then what was this now?”
Time ticked by, minute by minute. Finally, Clayton went from rage to confusion, then to helplessness and defeat.}
He didn’t understand how Sienna had changed overnight. They were supposed to be the ones getting married.}
A deep unease welled up in his heart. It felt like something important was slipping away. And he couldn’t hold onto it anymore.
Just as he was about to break down, I finally appeared before his eyes.
Hope flickered in Clayton’s gaze. He stepped forward with a near–pleaded expression. He asked, “Sienna, what are they talking about, you marrying into the Kidman Family?”
He gripped my wrist, his voice trembled, “What do they mean Monroe and Kidman Family’s wedding? Isn’t this our wedding today? I know, I know you’re just mad at me. I know I was wrong. I came today to apologize. Please don’t be angry anymore, I’m begging you.”
I looked at his face, still cold and calm like always, I found it ridiculous. I said coldly, “Mad? Clayton, what do you have that’s worth me sabotaging my own wedding just to spite you? From the moment you brought Angelina home … from the moment you took my father’s heart to save her … there was no more ‘us.“}
I coldly shook off his hand and mocked, “You came here today, are you really here to win me back? I’ll give you one last chance. State what you want.”
The hope in his eyes faded instantly, replaced by jealousy and resentment. He refused, “No way. You don’t even like Alastair! How could you marry him? You kidnapped Angelina today just to force me to come marry you, didn’t you? Now I agreed, I said yes! Why are you still refusing to back down? What do you want from me?“}
