NovelEnglishBy doing this, Jameson made it seem as if he was considerate of Alyssa's feelings, showing how much he cared for her. But all Alyssa felt was a wrenching pain in her heart, and it sickened her.
He was killing her from the inside.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Are you joking, Mr. Schmidt?" Remy glanced at a pale Alyssa, then looked at Jameson with disdain. He scoffed, "I'm not Ms. Alyssa's family, nor am I your friend. Why should I be a witness to your marriage? "It already makesfeel sick to be standing here. Yet, you wantto participate? You disgust me." Alyssa's reddened eyes glistened with tears. She stared at Remy pitifully.
Remy's lashes quivered slightly before he looked away and turned around. He wasn't sure if he simply didn't want to watch or couldn't bear to.
Even though Remy refused to do the honors, Jameson wasn't peeved. He stared lovingly at the stiff woman in his arms.
In a tone overflowing with the joy of a groom-to-be, Jameson remarked, "Oh well, it doesn't matter. It makes no difference as long as the heavens bear witness for us." A lump formed in his throat, and his eyes filled with tears as he looked up at the tall and exquisite goddess statue.
The female goddess' eyes were half-closed, looking majestic, dignified, and sacred. The statue bore a striking resemblance to Alyssa, as Jameson had it carved to mirror her appearance.
Outside the glass shed, violently swaying trees cast vicious shadows on the ground beneath them, making this wedding eerie, chilling, and dismal.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"With the heavens as my witness, I, Jameson Schmidt, take Ms. Alyssa Taylor as my wife today." Jameson pried Alyssa's clenched fist open, forcing her to interlace her fingers with his. In a croaky voice, he swore, "From this day forward, whether blissfully sweet or plain and boring, I will love and protect her for the rest of my life. To have and to hold, to love and to cherish.
"I will love her forever, until I breathe my last breath. Till death do us part." With tears streaming down her ghostly pale face, Alyssa struggled to free her hand from his hold, but her efforts were in vain. This wasn't a wedding.
This was torture, one that was akin to being burned alive.
When the wedding ended, the storm subsided a little.
Thanks to the coastal winds, Alyssa was completely soaked. Her body shook from the cold as Jameson carried her back; tire LUMS room. Content belongs to en.swthe "Lyse, I'll take you to bathe." Jameson lowered her onto the bed and leaned in to kiss her.
Alyssa glared at him, rolling over angrily. "I'm not taking a bath. I don't want to!" Jameson's eyes lingered on her trembling shoulder blades. He chuckled tenderly. "Are you feeling shy? We're married now..." "We... are married?" Alyssa gritted her teeth, each word dripping with the hatred she wished to unleash upon him.
"Jameson, it's about tyour nonsensical, disgusting, and unrealistic gof playing house ends." "It's not unrealistic, Lyse. We just had our wedding. You are my wife now." Jameson's sharp eyes filled with his brewing desire to consher, Suddenly, he turned her suppl around and pressed himself on her. Content belongs to en.sw"Jameson! Don't touch me!" Looking up at the man whose eyes were filled with lust, Alyssa was overwhelmed by terror as she struggled with all her might. "There's enough time." et Jameson breathed heavily as he unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. "There's still enough tfor us toconsummate our marriage and enjoy each other until morning. Content belongs to en.sw.net
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