A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 398

"Daddy, hurry up!"

"Excuse me, coming through."

Hearing Leland's voice, Holden instinctively turned his head. As he did, his ear brushed against something small, warm, and distinctly fleshy.

He processed the sensation. It was a tiny hand. Seth's hand.

Seth had reached out to pull Leland inside.

It was unimaginable. This child, who had always been so cold, arrogant, and vicious toward him, could actually be gentle and considerate.

"Oh, Mr. Lockwood," the bodyguard said, visibly surprised.

"Hello," Leland replied effortlessly.

The bodyguard leaned down, his heavy breath tickling Holden's ear. "It's Leland Lockwood. From the Kingsbridge branch. Should we—"

"Let him pass," Holden commanded rigidly.

The bodyguard pulled the wheelchair back.

Leland's amused chuckle filled the space. "Holden? Did you... have surgery?"

Seth didn't miss a beat. "He's blind."

The elevator doors rattled shut, carrying the passengers upward.

Left behind in the lobby, the people who hadn't managed to squeeze in started murmuring.

"What a sweet little boy. He's so young, but he already knows how to take care of his dad."

"That man is so lucky. That's a kid who's going to pay him back in spades."

Suddenly, someone clapped Holden on the shoulder. "How'd you lose your sight, buddy? You look way too young for that."

"Don't touch me!" Holden snapped, his knuckles turning white on the armrests.

The man clicked his tongue. "Are you married?"

"Mind your own business!" the bodyguard barked.

The man backed off, but it just opened the floodgates for the rest of the lobby to start gossiping loudly.

"Going blind is brutal when you get old. You absolutely need a good son to take care of you."

"And not just any son, a good one. Otherwise, you're screwed. There's a guy in my neighborhood, kid is twenty-six, doesn't work, doesn't date. Sleeps all day and games all night. The dad has cataracts with 20/100 vision, and he's out there collecting scrap metal just to feed the deadbeat."

"Exactly. Not everyone gets lucky with their kids."

The sounds of cheering and laughter grew distinctly louder. The bodyguard squinted down the hall. "The proposal is happening in Room 008."

Holden's fingers locked into a death grip on the armrests.

He ground his jaw. *Crack.*

The highly trained bodyguard instantly picked up on the sickening sound of his boss's distress. He stopped the chair and dropped to a crouch in front of him. "Sir? Are you in pain?"

Before Holden could answer, a flashing drone zipped out of Room 008.

Hearing the mechanical buzz, the bodyguard whipped his head around. A long ribbon trailed behind the drone, carrying a small, beautifully decorated flower basket right toward his head.

Instinctively, he reached up to swat it.

The drone registered the sudden movement and jerked upward, pulling the basket just out of his reach.

"Who's flying that?!"

The bodyguard lunged, jumping up to grab the basket. His fingertips grazed it in his panic, batting the ribbon off-kilter.

The drone violently lost altitude.

The little flower basket plummeted out of the air—and landed flawlessly on the top of Holden's head.