Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 877

As she watched Luke and Bianca exchange rings and kiss, Mavis could not help but bawl.

She pressed her lips tightly to stop herself from weeping.

It was useless.

Although she did her best to cry quietly and even though the sound of music was louder than her sobs, the pea-sized tears on her cheeks were real. She knew that her ten-year crush on Luke had to come to an end.

When a security guard saw Mavis, who was dressed weirdly and crying, he stepped forward and asked, "Miss, are you alright? Do you need help?"

"Thank you, I'm fine." Mavis shook her head to signal to the bodyguard that she was fine.

She felt as though her heart was in pieces as she sat down in the farthest seat. She continued to watch Luke and Bianca's wedding.

The scene of their happiness was pure abuse for her, but Mavis could not control herself.

Luke knew nothing about it.

In his striking eyes, there seemed to be only Bianca—his gentle and gorgeous Bianca.

The wedding went by smoothly and made him smile from ear to ear.

"From this moment on, you’re mine and we’ll never be separated again."

Luke held Bianca's face that bloomed like a flower, kissed her forehead, and made a promise, "I will protect you and our babies, forever and ever."

A breeze that carried a floral fragrance blew past them. The strange fragrance lingered in the ancient and magnificent castle. It felt as though there was an invisible hand drawing this heart-warming scene on a white and flawless canvas.

Bianca stared at Luke’s handsome face. She felt the temperature of his body and his power. She was convinced that they truly belonged with each other.

Their story had been bumpy and imperfect, but they got their happily ever after in the end.

Luke was stunned when he looked at Bianca. He smiled softly, hugged her, and greedily breathed in her unique fragrance again.

It seemed that he could not get enough of her.

He lowered his head, held her delicate face, and french-kissed her...

...

The other side of the venue.

Percy Mallory and Jim Holston stood proudly near the champagne tower.

They were two equally stunning men. One was extremely devilish and charming, cool like a lone eagle in the night. He exuded strength that defied the crowd. The other was handsome and graceful, his eyes full of temptation. He looked like he was trying to seduce women regardless of the time or occasion.

Jim stood in front of the buffet.

He ate the steak with a knife and fork while staring at the couple who could not bear to part from each other. He jokingly said, "Wow, I didn't expect Luke to be such a horndog. He wasn’t like this when we were in university. At that time, he would retreat the moment a woman accidentally touched him as if he had encountered a venomous snake and be extremely disgusted. I thought he was gay and wanted to introduce him to some handsome rent boys. How unexpected..."