Ch. Canceling the Wedding 2 Canceling the Wedding 2

hapter 2 

“Even though it was Cornell who canceled it, as the bride, you ran away without saying a word? Shouldn’t you apologize in front of everyone?” 

“How did your parents raise you? You don’t  even know the most basic social etiquette. How can you be the daughter–in–law of our family?” 

I took a deep breath and said, “I won’t marry into the Leanders, if you two are fine, please make way.” 

“You!” Their proud expression suddenly changed, clearly not expecting me, who had always been docile and gentle, to be so tough. 

I ignored them and walked straight past them to the dressing room. 

Tiffany shouted angrily behind me, “You uncivilized thing!” 

In the dressing room, someone had already been waiting for me. 

The slim–fitting sportswear made his shoulders look broad and his legs long and the sunlight shining from the side outlines his neat silhouette. 

Just that the dark circles under his eyes betrayed him, probably he didn’t sleep well. 

As soon as he saw me step in, he stood up with his arms folded, with that familiar, annoying smile on his lips. 

I turned my face away. “Didn’t someone swear to never attend my wedding?” 

He suddenly leaned closer and his warm breath swept past my ear. 

The moment our eyes met, I saw the stubborn boy from ten years ago. 

“Hailey, admit your defeat,” he said. 

I pursed my lips without saying a word. 

He became anxious. “Wait… you forgot?” 

“I don’t care. We’ll get married in three days. If you don’t come….” He paused, as if he had 

made up his mind. “I’ll go to your family and tell them I’m their son–in–law!” 

And as if afraid of hearing my rejection, he quickly slipped out the door. 

I burst out laughing. 

This fool, of course I remembered the bet. 

Our two families were old friends and we grew up together, so how could we be lovers if 

we knew each other too well? 

Ten years ago, he confessed his feelings to me and I said, “Let’s just be friends.” 

He looked heartbroken but insisted on making a bet with me. 

I didn’t expect I still lost in the end. 

A few minutes later, I finished changing out of my wedding dress and Cornell sent me a photo. 

How shocked I was when I saw all my belongings were piled up like garbage at the door of 

Chapter 1 

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10:43 Fri, 23 May 

the villa. 

The most eye–catching thing in my eyes was the hand–sewn wedding quilt my mother had made for me. It was stuffed carelessly in a transparent plastic bag and the bright red satin hurt my eyes in the sunlight. 

[Come and pack your things, then get out of here quickly!] 

[Since you don’t want to marry me, I’ll let Grace throw it away.] 

I stared at the screen, my fingertips feeling cold. 

He knew how to control me so well. I could give up other things, but I must take back the quilt. 

[Okay.] 

That quilt, my mother, Helena Wijnbergen, spent three months of her precious time and energy to make it. 

She who never touched needles and thread had their fingers pricked and covered with blood. 

On the eve of the wedding, she even smiled and stuffed the quilt into my hand, saying, “Dear, I wish you happiness for the rest of your life.” 

Soon, I arrived, but my belongings in front of the villa were gone. 

Only half an hour. 

I said I would come, so was he so impatient to kick me out? 

My anger suddenly surged up and I pushed open the door of the villa and rushed in. 

The moment I pushed the door open, I felt like I was falling into an icy cave. 

Margot Leander sat on the edge of the dining table. Cornell held her waist with both hands, his cheek pressed against her bulging belly, his eyes and brows were dazzlingly gentle. 

“Cornell!” Margot exclaimed softly. “The baby kicked me.” 

He immediately got closer to her, with a smile on his face that I had never seen before. “So naughty, just like when you were a kid.” 

His gaze was so gentle and warm on her. “I wish my eyes were like yours.” 

Margot pursed her lips and smiled. 

He gave her a kiss on the lips deeply and his tone became guilty. “Are you really planning to give birth to the baby and leave? Actually… you can stay, I can take good care of you and the baby. How can such a young child live without a mother?” 

Chante:7