With her feet on the red carpet, Charlotte sauntered toward Zachary.
As tears welled up in her eyes, she smiled faintly at him behind her veil.
He looked sharp and aristocratic in his suit as if he was Prince Charming himself. He stared at her, waiting...
Thinking back to how they first met, images from then started to fill her mind.
“For the next three months starting from today, you will have to pay me half of your daily takings as compensation for what happened that night.”
“I'll make it clear for you. From now onwards, your responsibility is to work hard as a gigolo so that you can clear your debt!”
“I have a devil as a boss. You won't believe how crazy he is...”
“You are both greedy and a nymph. You will never change...”
“Send them to the meeting room on the sixty-sixth floor in half an hour.”
“I quit!”
As scenes from the past flooded her mind, Charlotte couldn't help but smile. However, tears fell along with it.
She thought about how she teased him in the beginning and how it all backfired on her. During that period, she hated him so much that all she wanted to do was flee from him.
However, it had never crossed her mind that one day, she would marry him.
Perhaps, it is just fated to be.
As Zachary looked at her anxiously, the short approach felt like an eternity to him.
Every step she took reverberated within his heart.
As his heart beat alongside the rhythm of her footsteps, he felt so nervous that his palms were sweaty.
He wanted her to walk faster. Just a little faster as he couldn't bear to wait for a second longer.
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