NovelEnglishChapter 404 Lysander still couldn't set his mind at ease.
This was more than just a rescue mission for him. It wasn't only about taking Mila back; it was also a long- awaited rematch with Cossio. The last tthey'd clashed head-to-head was back in college, and Lysander hadn't cout on top. In fact, he'd barely made it out at all, and the price he'd paid had been steep.
This time, he had to win.
There was simply no other option.
As he stepped out of the bar, Leonard-dressed in the sblack overcoat- appeared quietly at his side. He spoke in a low voice, "Everything's ready." Lysander nodded. After a moment's thought, he added, "Get a few people to keep an eye on Francis. Until that damned wedding starts, make sure he stays away from alcohol. I don't want him screwing anything up." "Understood." Just then, a striking woman in a red dress-tall, curvy, impossible to miss- sauntered over, swaying her hips. She took a slow drag from her cigarette, exhaling smoke in elegant spirals, eyes narrowed as she studied Lysander's handsface. She offered him the cigarette with a bold, inviting grin.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Hey, handsome. I noticed you back in the bar. You look like a good time. How about a date tonight?" She ran her tongue over her red lips, making her intentions more than clear.
"Sorry. I'm taken," Lysander replied, gently pushing away the offered cigarette. His voice was calm, unbothered. "My partner hates the smell of smoke, so I quit ages ago." The woman blinked in surprise, but didn't press the issue. With a careless "Your loss," she turned and sauntered off.
Lysander paid her no mind. He turned his gaze toward the heart of the island, where, in the distance, a grand old castle stood atop a hill.
His love-his wife-was there.
The wedding date was drawing ever closer.
Mila had tried to brace herself, but for reasons she couldn't name, her anxiety only grew as each day passed. An uneasy sense of dread gnawed at her, as if something terrible was looming.
Her insomnia returned.
She was just grateful that every tshe saw Cossio, her face was hidden behind a veil. Otherwise, the dark circles under her eyes would have made it painfully obvious how little she was looking forward to the wedding.
One morning at breakfast, Cosdowned a shot of strong coffee, clearly in high spirits. "My dear," he said, "the invitations have gone out. In just a few days, the world will witness the beginning of our eternal marriage." Mila managed a bitter smile.
The invitations were the last thing she wanted to think about.
She'd hoped Coswould at least put both their names on them. That way, when the invitations began to circulate, her friends might realize something was wrong, and her chances of being rescued would rise.
But, to her dismay, the bastard had only put his own non the invitations.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis intentions couldn't have been clearer. He was still clinging to the fantasy of marrying her under Felicity's name.
A fake bride.
A fake wedding.
Coswas utterly lost in a dream, m pouring his heart into a wedding is heart into where even the bride was a sham. Mila found it both absurd and pathetic.
If he loved her so much, why had he let her go in the first place? He was only lying to himself.
She picked half-heartedly at her breakfast, already planning to sneak back to her left. If the room foxa nap once he гоора left. If she didn't get srest, she'd have neither the energy nor the wits to try escaping.
But to her surprise, Cosdidn't leave when he finished eating. Instead, he cover and pulled her into his arms. Through his gloves and her Veil, his hand gently caressed the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. His voice was soft, almost worshipful. "Darling, we're about to bechusband and wife. Are you happy?" Chapter 404 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.
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