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In the midst of the banquet hall, Morrison made his way towards Magdalen, her
father clutching her hand, was already brimming with tears, “We’ve loved
Magdalen for twenty-seven years, she’s the apple of our eye. I hope you’ll
continue to cherish her!”
Morrison’s gaze was unwavering, “Thank you for raising Magdalen, for
protecting her as she grew, and for trusting me with her care. I promise you, I
will always look after her, love her, from today onwards, she won’t lose any love,
only gain.”
Mr. Sampson nodded through his tears, solemnly and trustingly handing
Magdalen over to Morrison in the presence of all.
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Magdalen suddenly choked up, looking at Mr. Sampson, “I won’t lose love, and
neither will you or Mom. I will always be your daughter!”
Mr. Sampson’s tears fell swiftly as he nodded repeatedly, “Alright, go with
Morrison.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMorrison once again expressed his gratitude to Mr. Sampson, then took
Magdalen’s hand firmly in his, and together they walked towards their future.
A new chapter in their life was beginning.
In this new journey of life, their bond would grow stronger, hand in hand, loyal to
each other, ready to embrace even more of life’s vistas.
At the wedding altar, the officiant stood solemnly before an open Bible, his voice
grave as he asked,
“Mr. Morrison, do you take Miss Magdalen to be your wife, to join with her
before God, to love her, honor her, and cherish her, just as you love yourself?
For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, from youth to old age, to love
her and never part?”
Morrison gazed deeply into Magdalen’s eyes and spoke slowly, “I do! I take her
to be my wife, in God’s sight, to love her, protect her, be faithful to her forever.
She is my one true love!”
Tears welled up in Magdalen’s clear, wide eyes as she locked gazes with him.
Estelle, standing to the side, watched the couple, her heart stirring with
emotions she couldn’t quite name. No one knew better than she the depth of
feeling between Morrison and Magdalen.
Magdalen cherished their meeting at sixteen, and Morrison had never forgotten,
even adorning her custom tiara with eleven diamonds—a silent testament to his
profound love.
Magdalen had once confessed that nothing could make her stop loving
Morrison.
Morrison had said that Magdalen could never leave him.
They knew each other too well; perhaps they had already become inseparable
entities.
Estelle looked at Magdalen while in the crowd, Jonathan watched her intently.
He had never before felt the solemnity and sanctity of a wedding, nor had he
ever anticipated their own wedding more than at this moment.
Lost in thought, Jonathan was approached by a man who stammered softly, “Mr.
Lamont, hello!”
Jonathan turned, noticing the man behind him in a blue shirt and slicked hair,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwith a sycophantic smile.
Assuming the man was buttering him up, Jonathan responded indifferently,
“What is it?”
The man whispered, “Mr. Lamont, do you know the best man and maid of honor
at the front? They were talking upstairs, mentioned you!”
Jonathan’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Where?”
“On the third floor. There was no one else there, just the two of them. I recorded
their conversation. Would you like to listen?” The man said with an air of
mystery, “If you want to hear it, let’s find a quiet place. I’ll play it for you.”
With a detached grace and indecipherable tone, Jonathan’s voice held a chill,
“Follow me!”
He stood and left the hall, with Lance quickly following behind.
Charlie watched their departure, his brow furrowed slightly, his eyes thoughtful.
Exiting the hall, Jonathan entered a quiet lounge next door and sat on the
couch, his eyes fixed on Lance, “The recording?”
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