NovelEnglishJust as Beck was about to agree, the church doors swung open tically, and a stranger walked in carrying a baby.
The child was crying, barely two months old by the looks of it.
Instinctively, Beck was about to tell someone to escort the intruder out when the woman holding the child spoke up.
"Mr. Sanders, this is your child. The woman you spent that night with at the gala wasn't Miss Bess."
Her words sent a ripple of whispers through the congregation like a sudden gust of wind.
Beck's brow furrowed as he turned to Bess, searching her face.
A flash of guilt crossed Bess's face, and just as she was about to protest, Beck was already moving toward the woman with the
baby.
Bess's face turned ashen, and she grabbed his sleeve desperately.
"Beck, we're at this point already. Do you really want to call off the wedding? It would be disastrous for both our families. Are you
sure about this?"
Beck asked just one question.
"Why did you lie to me?"
Tears welled up in Bess's eyes instantly.
"I had no choice. I've loved you for so long, and this was the only way | could keep you by my side. | don't mind if you have a child
outside; we can raise it together. Beck, I've known you for years, and my feelings are real. Why can't you see that?"
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Bess started crying, and the murmuring in the crowd grew louder. Yet Beck had already reached the woman's side, looking down at
the baby in her arms.
The woman was plain and honest-looking, and she handed the baby to him.
"Mr. Sanders, I'm just delivering a message. | have no idea who the mother is, but she insisted the father is definitely you."
Beck didn't speak, only gazed at the child in his arms.
He couldn't shake the feeling that this baby didn't resemble him at all.
He pressed his lips together and held the baby a little tighter.
The guests were quietly ushered out, leaving the Sanders and Moore families to confront the issue head-on.
The Moore family was reasonable enough. The whole marriage arrangement was based on Bess's claim of intimacy with Beck.
Since it was all based on her lie, they had no grounds to object to Beck calling off the wedding.
Bess continued to cry, hoping Walter would intervene, but Walter simply walked away.
With the baby in his arms, Beck joined the others at the Sanders household. Samples of his and the baby's hair were taken for a
DNA test, and everyone sat in tense silence, waiting.
Two hours later, the results were delivered to Beck.
He took one look and saw there was no match.
His face darkened as he glanced at the child in his arms.
He'd suspected the baby didn't look like him, thinking perhaps it took after its mother, but it turned out the child wasn't his at all.
The Sanders family fell silent, perplexed by the turn of events. Why had this unrelated child been brought to the wedding?
Beck felt a headacheing on, unable to unravel the mess.
With the potential alliance with the Moore family dissolved, there was no salvaging the wedding. Besides, Bess's actions had made
it clear she wasn't the woman from that night.
Seeing Beck's mood, Dylan attempted to offer somefort, but Beck was already on his feet.
"I need to get out for a bit. The wedding fiasco was my oversight, and it dragged you all into trouble."
Augus, with Sarah's help, rose to his feet and headed upstairs, sighing.
"Do what you think is best."
He was done dealing with the mess.
Beck walked out of the Sanders home.
That night, he ended up at a bar, drinking until late. At one point, a server handed him a drink, and his fingers hesitated over the
glass.
On his way to the restroom, the server appeared again, guiding him to a room on the third floor.
Beck pulled off his tie, still in his groom's suit.
As he leaned against the entryway, the server, having followed him in, slipped off her jacket, revealing a shapely figure.
Beck closed his eyes, silently tossing the tie to the floor.
Stella gently coaxed him toward the bed.
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It had been a year since she'd last seen Beck, and he looked just the same.
Her fingers trailed over his chest, and in the next moment, he had her pinned down, his scorching kiss overwhelming her.
The next morning, she turned over, but the bed was empty.
Panic gripped her. She'd used a hefty dose this time; he shouldn't have woken up halfway through.
Frantic, she checked the bathroom, but it was empty.
Then she rushed to the balcony, finding Beck standing there, tall and imposing, wearing only a shirt, his elbow resting on the
railing, a cigarette between his fingers.
Stella hesitated, nerves making her voice small.
"Beck?"
Beck stubbed out his cigarette, meeting her gaze.
Her neck was marked with telltale signs, making her appear vulnerable.
She took a step back, a chill settling in her bones. Beck had woken up halfway through, but how?
He had drunk that drink, hadn't he?
Beck slowly approached, looking down at her.
"Last year, was it you?"
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