I got married without you (James and Amelia) novel Chapter 1395

Chapter 1395 He had moved on 

Neil had tricked Andrew a few times, and Peter knew it. “Aren’t you afraid Andrew will punch you off the stage?” Peter asked. 

Neil put on a fake friendly smile, “It’s his big day today, he won’t lay a hand on me, don’t worry.” 

It’s just a performance of drinking a whole row of champagne, what’s there to be afraid of? As long as he gave him that little golden brick as a prize… 

Once Neil had made up his mind, he ignored Peter and Zack’s objections and rushed up to the stage. 

Originally, there was a group of people making noise on the stage, but after he went up, it turned into a showdown between him and Andrew. They kept drinking one row of champagne after another, and with each row, another little golden brick was added. Neil risked his life, and after drinking Andrew under the table, he stumbled off the stage, clutching a pile of little golden. 

bricks… 

Andrew, on the other hand, simply collapsed. In the end, it was the bride who helped him into the car. It’s said that after this incident caused by Neil, Anna would always confront him whenever she saw him, but that was another story… 

The wedding was over, the guests had dispersed, and Stella breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the crowd disappear. 

She couldn’t have a peacelul marriage and have children, but her cousin Andrew could, and that was the happiest thing for her. 

Stella didn’t ask for anything else, she only wanted her cousin Andrew to be by Mr. Evans’s side forever, always happy and healthy. 

Eva was still thinking about what happened at the night club. After saying hello to Amelia and Stella, she planned to leave first. 

As she got up and walked through the crowd, she happened to see a man sitting in a wheelchair at the other end of the VIP 

section. 

He was wearing a white shirt today, with a big quiff, making his handsome and mature face look even more dignified than usual. 

In the past, he would be the most lively at such occasions, but this time he hadn’t shown his face once, just sitting quietly under the stage, watching. 

He had lost some weight, his tall figure appearing somewhat frail, and although his complexion was much better, it still looked a bit pale. 

When most people have left, Paul pushed the wheelchair and turned it around, just in time to see Eva waiting for the front row crowd to leave.