Chapter 9
In front of the Norwoods and the Millers, Jolene calmly responded, “From now on, we’re a family.”
Her words hit Preston like a punch in the gut. He clenched his fists, and his gaze burned into her.
Jolene could sense his reluctance and rage, yet she paid him no mind. Instead, she hooked her arm around Cedric’s and asked about their upcoming schedule with a smile.
Cedric checked the time. When their eyes met again, a flicker of warmth softened his cold, stern gaze.
“I didn’t get a chance to greet the guests earlier because my flight got delayed. Normally, we’d head back to the family home for a small get–together,” he answered. “But you’ve been on your feet all day. Let’s skip that for now and head back to rest. What do you think?”
His suggestion drew teasing remarks from the Norwood elders.
“Would you look at that? Marriage really does change a man, huh? He’s putting his wife first already!”
Someone else quipped, “Who’d have thought Cedric, of all people, could be so considerate?”
With his youngest son now married and the family all together, Louis‘ face lit up with joy.
Then, he waved dismissively and said, “What really matters is that you two care for each other. The get–together can wait. I’m sure Jolene is exhausted. Let’s give them some time alone, shall we?”
Amid the laughter and chatter, Cedric led Jolene out of the venue.
Preston stared at their retreating figures, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. When the crowd finally dispersed, the emotions he had been holding–anger, frustration, and pain–boiled over.
“What the hell is going on? This was supposed to be a strategic marriage between the Norwoods and the Millers. Shouldn’t I be the one marrying Jolene?” he yelled.
His outburst caught Charles and Dace off guard. In an instant, they shot him disapproving looks.
“What are you talking about?” Charles asked sharply.
He continued, “Two weeks ago, when the Millers came to us, they made it clear that Jolene wanted to marry Cedric. No one even mentioned your name. Why would you think it would be you?”
“If I wasn’t the groom, why did you have me pick her up this morning?” Preston retorted.
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