The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 951

**TITLE: She Took 951**
**Chapter 951 Wedding Customs**

“So, are you planning to join me for Stella’s wedding in Falvaria tomorrow?”

The moment Tessa uttered the word “wedding,” a tinge of envy laced her voice, making it almost palpable in the air.

As the years rolled by in Rivermount, Stella had seldom mentioned the Dawson family. Tessa had always felt a heavy weight in her heart, convinced that her fate was inextricably linked to Ethan.

A lifetime spent with Ethan… the mere thought of such a future sent waves of longing coursing through her for Stella’s joyous life.

Yet, things had shifted dramatically. It turned out that Ethan was never meant to be her forever. The Dawson family stood firmly behind her, and then there was Abraham…

Victor, sensing her mood, inquired, “Are you feeling envious because they’re celebrating a wedding?”

Tessa nodded, her expression revealing all. “Yes, I’m envious.”

What girl wouldn’t dream of a fairytale wedding?

Noticing the jealousy in her tone, Victor instinctively pulled her closer, resting her head against his broad chest. His warmth enveloped her, a familiar comfort that she had come to cherish.

Tessa nestled against him, her mind racing. “If you come, do you truly have the time?”

“Absolutely. I have time,” he assured her, his voice steady and reassuring.

The moment she heard his confirmation, a radiant smile spread across her face, and she began to nuzzle against him once more, unable to contain her excitement.

Victor, however, firmly grasped her head, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly whisper. “Don’t move.”

Tessa recognized the seriousness in his tone and immediately froze, a mix of apprehension and anticipation coursing through her.

Victor tenderly stroked her hair, his fingers weaving through the strands with a gentle precision.

It seemed like Tessa had been running on fumes lately, and combined with Victor’s unwavering stamina, she quickly succumbed to sleep, her body relaxing against him.

As he gazed down at the small head resting peacefully on his chest, Victor felt a rare softness seep into his usually cold, hardened heart.

With great care, he lifted Tessa and placed her gently on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable and undisturbed.

Then, he reached for his phone, calling Silas to come over.

When Silas entered the dimly lit room, he was met with the sight of Victor, cigar in hand, his features shrouded in swirling smoke, lost in contemplation.

Silas stepped forward, maintaining a respectful distance. “You wanted to see me?”

“Look into the wedding customs and traditions in Rivermount,” Victor instructed, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of urgency.

Silas blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

“Investigate that?” he echoed, bewilderment etched across his face. “Why on earth would you want to look into that? Wedding customs?”

A sudden realization struck him. “Are you… planning to marry her?”

The thought hung in the air, heavy and electric. What did they really know about such matters? People like them lived on the fringes, where the concept of marriage felt like a distant dream, something that belonged to another world entirely!

Could it be that Victor was seriously considering this?

Silas rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit. “This… Diana probably won’t let her marry you, will she?”

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