Chapter 922
The emcee carried out his tasks in an orderly manner nonetheless.
Stella stood beside Weston motionless, listening to the noise. Her heart was cold, though.
The buzzing noise in her ear made her couldn‘t hear clearly
The priest invited spoke fluently.
Those marriage vows only heard on TV were now in her ears.
He asked her, “Stella, whether you are rich or poor, old or sick, are you willing to marry the gentleman in front of you and let him be your husband?”
Her heart trembled, and she lowered her eyes.
Weston looked down at her, suddenly stretched out his hand and clasped her fingers tightly.
She took a deep breath and said slowly, “I do.” The next second, she felt the strength in her hand increase.
The man pressed his fingertips on the back of her hand, almost crushing her bones.
The priest turned to Weston. “Weston, regardless of poverty, wealth , life, old age, sickness or death , would you like to marry the young lady in front of you?” “Never give up, love her, take care of her, love her forever?”
Despite the emptiness in her heart, Stella raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.
He, too, was gazing into her eyes as he said, “I do.”
Applause rang.
The priest, a grey–bearded old man with a kind face, stood under the holy cross as he gave his blessings to them.
“I now pronounce you man and wife. From now, you will be together through thick and thin and will be each other‘s lifelong partners.”
Stella was in a trance as she heard the announcement.
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