Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 627

A delicate veil draped over her shoulders, adding a soft, ethereal quality that framed her stunning features. Her luminous skin and radiant expression were captivatingly beautiful.

The evening breeze lifted the edges of her skirt and veil. Bathed in the soft glow of the sunset, she looked as if she were outlined in gold—a breathtaking vision that left the entire crowd in awe.

At the end of the aisle, Silas stood tall and broad-shouldered in a bespoke black suit. He radiated aristocratic poise and calm authority, anchored amidst the endless blossoms.

This was a man known for his icy composure, someone who hid his emotions effortlessly and had weathered countless storms without blinking. Yet, the moment he saw Willow walking toward him, all of his stoic defenses completely crumbled.

Everyone clearly saw a single, warm tear suddenly slip from his dark eyes and fall against the lapel of his expensive suit.

Silas Thorne was crying.

It was the very first time his friends, subordinates, business partners, and even his own family had ever seen him shed a tear.

Willow was no exception. Her steps faltered, her clear eyes wide with surprise. Looking at the crying man just a short distance away, a lump formed in her throat as an overwhelming, burning wave of love washed over her.

Stepping through the soft light and petals, Silas slowly closed the distance between them.

Willow immediately reached out, gripping his hand firmly. From that moment on, they never let go.

The officiant stood at the center of the floral arch, his expression solemn as he began the vows. "Mr. Silas Thorne, do you take Ms. Willow Horgan to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"

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