Chapter 917

Along the way, throngs of reporters had holed themselves up in various spots, waiting to pounce on the
couple.

“Mr. Ford, will the wedding continue?”

“Who are you marrying? Ella or Guinevere?”

“Who‘s the woman in your arms?”

Another reporter came up, asking, “Are you holding Ms. Ella?”

“A correspondent saw Guinevere wearing a wedding dress, waiting in the auditorium. May I ask which
woman you‘re supposed to marry?”

“Some from the inner circle have revealed that on the wedding invitation, Ms. Ella‘s name was written.
So why did Ms. Guinevere appear in the auditorium wearing a wedding dress?”

At the barrage of interrogative questions, Stella‘s eyes quickly darkened.

She never regretted running away.

Even if she didn‘t run away, she would‘ve faced such humiliation anyway.

When Weston agreed that Guinevere would come to the wedding, she should have expected such a
scene.

Waiting for him in the auditorium wearing a wedding dress?

It was ridiculous to think about it.



At this time, she was tightly wrapped in a suit and leaned against his chest, unable to see the man‘s
instantly chilling eyes and the cold aura around his body.

Ice–blade–like eyes swept over the reporter just now. “What did you say?”

The reporter was taken aback by his look.

But in the spirit of professionalism, he still bit the bullet and questioned back,

“At the previous engagement banquet, didn‘t the love triangle between you, Ella and Guinevere come to
an end? Who does your heart belong to now?”

A bold reporter rushed in and asked,

“Do you want to hold a three–person wedding and bring these two beauties home openly and honestly?”

This question can be described as earth–shattering.

Although in such a wealthy circle, it was normal for a man of this status to have several wives, and it
wasn‘t a problem to even have them at the same time, as long as they didn‘t talk about it openly.

But now that there were so many reporters, such a problem was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire,

As predicted.

Weston stopped. The coldness on his face seemed to be able to freeze people.

He swept his gaze over the reporter.

Initially, others thought that he would ask his bodyguard to throw him out, but they never expected that
he would say word by word to the camera of that person.

“From the past to the present, I have only married one person, and her name is Stella.”



He stopped calling her Ella.

Since neither Stella nor Ella would forgive him, he would trap her by his side. She could be herself. She
was Stella.

Whether she hates him, she can only be his in this life.

At the wedding.

When Weston appeared holding Stella, it attracted the attention of the audience.

Ignoring those strange eyes, he directly carried her into the dressing room. “Come here and help her put
on makeup and bring the spare dress that I prepared earlier.”

The makeup artist and the customer were stunned in place, and when they heard the words, they moved
quickly. “Okay, Mr. Ford...”

They sort of knew what was going on.

It seemed that Stella had run away.

But now wasn‘t the time to gossip, the most important thing was the wedding.

The makeup artist took a step forward and said, “Mr. Ford, give us your wife first. The makeup should be
all off. We need to her put it on again...”

He ignored her and stepped into the room. He put Stella down.

Stella took the initiative to stand up and said, “I’m going out to touch up my makeup...”

Weston pulled her back instantly, glanced at the white stains on her face and said, “Go look in the mirror
yourself, do you want others to see you like this?”






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