James' voice was cold and distant, as if he was just there to give her the bouquet of flowers, and he had no other intentions.
Amelia wanted to drive him away, but when she saw him with a pale face and scarlet eyes, she suddenly couldn't say those cruel words to him.
Treating him like this was already cruel enough...
Amelia stared at James blankly, neither accepting the flowers nor speaking, and for a moment, the room was filled with silence.
James looked at her deeply for a while, then lowered his thick eyelashes. He then raised his slender fingers, and took her hand.
He gently opened her clenched fingers, put the bouquet of flowers into her palm, and said to her, "The time has come. I will send you off now."
He picked up the wedding shoes on the ground and put them on for her.
Amelia quickly withdrew her foot, and there was a helpless expression on her face.
"James, don't be like this..."
He smiled, but the smile made him look sad and pitiful.
Without saying anything, he grabbed her feet, forced the wedding shoes on them. Then, he turned around and squatted on the spot.
He turned his head slightly and looked at Amelia.
"I heard that on the day of the bride's wedding, the wedding shoes cannot touch the ground. The bride's older or younger brother should carry her downstairs. You don't have brothers, so let me be your brother and carry you downstairs..."
Amelia looked at his broad back and she held back her tears that welled up in her eyes. At that moment, her vision was instantly blurred...
James was afraid that if he looked at her again, he would lose his mind. Being rational, he forced himself to turn his head and suppressed the tears in his eyes.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that it was ten o'clock. He turned around, stretched out his slender hands, and hugged Amelia.
After holding her tightly, he lowered his head and said to her, "Carrying you is the same..."
Amelia refused it and struggled to get down, but James stopped walking.
Looking at her, he said, "Amelia, can you be good?"
Be good and let him do this last thing for her.
Amelia shook her head desperately at him.
"I don't want you to send me off..."
He sighed deeply and weakly. "Are you afraid that Ryan will see us?"
Amelia didn't respond. Instead, she begged, "Let me go, please..."
James held her tightly, and there was an unyielding look in his eyes.
"I said that I will send you off, and I will do it."
He added, "Don't worry, I won't let him see it."
She loved Ryan so much, so how could he do something that would cause an estrangement between them.
Amelia still resisted, but James lifted her into his arms, and held her tightly, not letting her move.
Regardless of her wishes, he insisted on carrying her and walked downstairs step by step...
When Eva saw them, her eyes couldn't help but go well...
How much courage did it take to send someone he loved to another man?
James loved Amelia so much, but it was too late...
After walking out of the villa with Amelia in his arms, James put her in the back seat of the car, bent down, and straightened the long hem of her dress.
Then, he glanced at the front passenger seat, then at the seat next to her, and finally got into the seat next to her.
The driver was Andrew. When he saw that James was still reluctant to part with Amelia, he raised the divider sensibly.
He started the car and drove towards the wedding venue, followed by hundreds of luxury cars in the convoy.
Sitting in the car, Amelia's petite body was trembling and her face was pale.
When James noticed it and he comforted her softly, "We'll arrive soon. Even if you don't want to see me again, please bear with it for a while longer..."
Amelia's eyes turned red again when she heard that. She turned her head and looked outside the car window. Her thoughts were so chaotic that her vision went blurry.
Seeing that she no longer resisted, James smiled, his eyes filled with infinite love as he carefully sized up the woman beside him.
She was wearing a wedding dress, and she had delicate and glamorous makeup on with a white veil over her short, black hair.
She looked so beautiful that he couldn't help but think of the first time he met her...
She was also wearing a white dress, and with the light shining on her, she bent down and gave him a bottle of water.
At that time, she was bright and bubbly, and there was always a smile on her face as she spoke.
Right then, she was still as beautiful as before, but she no longer had the same bright smile.
It was because of him that she lost her smile...
James felt suffocated, and a dull pain hit him, strangling his limbs and making him turn pale.
Uncontrollably, he raised his slender fingers and touched her face.
"Amelia, when I'm not by your side in the future, you have to remember to smile more."
Amelia's body froze, and she looked back at him. She thought that his words felt like goodbye.
She parted her lips and wanted to say something, but James withdrew his hand and looked out of the window. It was as if he had just said something casually.
The two wore white wedding outfits, but they sat in the car and looked outside the window, as if they were in two separate worlds.
The car moved forward, the trees receded, and soon, they arrived at the place where the wedding was to be held...
The moment the car stopped, Amelia didn't even dare to turn her head. She just wanted to open the door and get out of the
car.
The moment she had her fingers on the door lock, James hugged her from behind.
He held her in his arms...
James lowered his head slightly, leaned close to her ear, and said to her, "Amelia, I wish you happiness for the rest of your life."
His voice was crisp and melodious. His voice was trembling, but he tried his best to restrain it so that she wouldn't notice it.
Amelia's heart suddenly ached, and tears filled her eyes again. She could no longer hold herself back and she replied, "I wish you happiness too."
The eyes of the man behind her, which initially had a glimmer of light, dimmed. Filled with despair, he slowly let go of his arms...
Amelia opened the car door, only to find that it had started to rain. She was flustered for a moment.
After suppressing the inexplicable emotions rising in her heart, she got out of the car, stepped onto the red carpet, and walked towards the villa step by step...
Seeing that it was raining and fearing that she would get wet, James quickly suppressed the emotions in his eyes and hurried to take out a black umbrella from the trunk.
He quickly got to her side, opened the black umbrella and propped it above her head to block all the wind and rain for her without saying a word.
Amelia halted in her steps. She slowly raised her head and looked at the tall man beside her. A sense of guilt suddenly rose in her heart.
She didn't dare to look into his eyes She lowered her heart and murmured. "I'm sorry."
Then, she lifted the hem of her dress, turned around, and ran towards the wedding venue.
Seeing Amelia leave without hesitation, James' eyes turned red.
The wedding was held in the small garden opposite the orphanage, in the open space amid an endless sea of flowers.
That was where Ryan first met Amelia, where they fell in love, and where their fate began.
Ryan invited someone to stand guard near the garden, not letting anyone approach him, and he also invited someone to carefully decorate the garden.
On the ten-meter long red carpet, bright rose petals were strewn all the way from the outside of the garden to the terrace where the wedding was to be held.
Holding 999 roses and a diamond ring, Ryan sat in a wheelchair, quietly waiting for his woman to come towards him.
Amelia stepped on the red carpet and walked into the entrance of the small garden. Then, she put down the hem of her skirt, took a deep breath, and adjusted her chaotic emotions...
It was drizzling a little and the raindrops were dripping on her face, cooling her skin. It was cold, like the temperature in her body at that moment.
Zoey, who came a step late, saw Amelia. He held an umbrella and walked towards her.
"Ms. Garcia, I got caught up..."
Amelia looked sideways at Zoey, and said softly, "Let's go..."
Zoey nodded lightly, held the umbrella for her, and led her in.
Eva, who came to attend the wedding, had just gotten out of the car when she saw James standing there, watching Amelia leave from a distance.
Eva walked in front of him, and when she saw that his beautiful and flawless face was completely pale, she couldn't help sighing.
"Mr. Evans, you and her have reached this point. Since you can't go back to the past, it's best to let it go..."
After Eva finished speaking, she walked past him and walked straight into the wedding venue.
James' thick eyelashes trembled. Looking at Eva's back, he asked softly, "Ms. Miller, is it true that Amelia used to love me once?"
Eva stopped and looked back at James. "Of course it's true. Amelia used to love you so much that she didn't want to spend even a penny of yours. Even if she had to work hard, she still wanted to return the money from selling herself to you. She felt that this could be a way to repay your love. In front of you, she could restore some of her dignity and change your impression of her, but you let her down..."
James' face turned pale again. His heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe; he was in so much pain that he could not stand still.
He once mistakenly thought that she didn't want his money because she had found another man and because of that he had said a lot of nasty things to upset her and hurt her.
However, he never thought that she didn't want his money because she loved him.
She loved him so much. Those words were so painful that James could barely breathe.
It turned out that she loved him. It was true. She didn't lie to him...
Eva couldn't help feeling a little regretful seeing him look like he only just found out the truth.
"Mr. Evans, Amelia wanted to confess to you after falling in love with you, but she said that you were always moody and temperamental, so she didn't dare to say anything. I hope you can forgive her for not telling you this."
James' eyes turned red and he smiled faintly. "I've never blamed her."
He didn't blame her because he never told her that he loved her either, and that was why they were destined to lose each other.
After a long moment of silence, he raised his eyes and looked at Eva.
"Ms. Miller, thank you for telling me this."
In this life, he has once received Amelia's love, which was enough...
He held his umbrella, turned around, and walked towards the luxury car.
When his tall and straight figure got into the car, Eva also looked away.
In the car, James picked up the envelope, rubbed it gently, and said to Andrew, "Take it and give it to Jackson."
Andrew knew what was inside, and he said helplessly, "Mr. Evans, even if you do this, Ms. Garcia wouldn't come back to you, so why bother?"
James paved the way for them, and even helped Jackson get rid of his enemies, but he, on the other hand, had to endure all the pain himself. He had to watch the woman he loved the most marry another man. It was too cruel for James to send them such a big wedding gift.
James' beautiful eyes, which were as cold as snow, glance at Andrew. "Even you are not obeying me, huh?"
What else could Andrew say? He reluctantly took the envelope, pushed open the car door, and walked to the wedding venue.
In the garden, a grand wedding ceremony was being held. The emcee on stage was starting the ceremony with introductory remarks.
There were very few guests, but it did not affect the progress of the wedding.
The groom, Ryan, was wearing a white suit and sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the girl in a white wedding dress on the other end of the red carpet.
It was his dream from young age, and the promise he had made to her back during their youthful years, to marry her.
If he hadn't lost his memory for five years, she would have already been his wife...
Although after ups and downs, he managed to marry her, it still felt surreal as if it was a dream he had yet to wake up from.
His affectionate gaze landed on her from afar, unable to see her expression clearly, nor could he feel her emotions. The more he went on looking, the more distant and unreal it felt.
It wasn't until the emcee reminded him to welcome his bride that he slowly returned to his senses...
Zoey pushed him up to Amelia, and it was only then could he manage to get a clearer look at the expression on Amelia's face.
She was wearing exquisite bridal makeup with a faint smile on her face and he could see himself through the reflection of her
eyes.
He couldn't see through the thoughts in her mind, so all he could do was return a smile and extend his hand to her...
Amelia reached out her hand, which she had a pair of white gloves on, and gently placed it onto Ryan's palm.
Ryan gripped her hand tightly as if his life depended on it.
He led her, step by step walking all the way to the stage. Staring at the path under his feet, it was as if he was fulfilling his childhood obsession step by step.
They arrived at the stage. Under the guidance of the emcee, they were about to read their oath when Andrew's indifferent voice came from outside the garden.
"Wait a minute..."
Andrew planned to wait for the wedding to end, but for some reason, the more he watched the more furious he grew. He could no longer hold himself back from interrupting.
When Stella, who attended the wedding as a guest, saw Andrew intercepting, she jotted up from her seat and walked towards him.
"Andrew, what are you doing?"
The wedding was ongoing, so he had better not stir trouble right then.
"I'm here to give Mr. Collins a wedding present."
Holding a document, he stepped on the red carpet, step by step ascending the flight of stairs onto the stage.
After standing still, he handed the document to Ryan with both hands in the most respectful manner possible.
"Mr. Collins, this is a small gift from our CEO, who sincerely hopes that you'll accept it."
The moment Andrew appeared, Ryan came to understand why the wedding felt unreal.
Without him around, how could the wedding be true...
With a slight to unnoticeable scoff, Ryan took the document over.
With slender fingers, he took out a contract from inside.
As his eyes skimmed through the contents of the contract, his face drained pale of color.
In disbelief, he raised his head to Andrew.
"Where is he?"
Andrew turned around to motion at the man hiding among the flowers under the refuge of a black umbrella.
Ryan followed his line of sight, and at a glance noticed the well-dressed man under the black umbrella, looking at them from a distance.
He averted his head slowly to look at Amelia, who had her piercing stare locked on the contract in his hands, a look of indifference gradually appearing in her eyes.
He placed the contract aside and rolled his wheelchair to James' direction...
James was no longer in his white suit but a black one.
He was dressed very formally as if he was there to attend the wedding, but not knowing what right he had to do so, he stood in the distance and watched from afar.
Seeing Ryan approaching him, he turned around to leave, but was stopped by Ryan...
"Mr. Evans."
Rolling his wheelchair forward, Ryan went up to James and raised the contract in hand to ask, "Afraid that she'll live a tough life with me?"