His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

120 The Wedding Ceremony

He looked up at me affectionately with his golden eyes. He took one of my hands and said, "Eva, you know what? I was so excited and flustered when you promised to marry me. Once I fell into Hell, the darkness accompanied me. You are the only light in my life. You let me feel the beauty of the world, the fragrance of flowers, and the beating of the pulse again. You are the world's most pure and beautiful white rose. You are the only one that I want to accompany and protect in my life. Even if the sea runs dry, even if the mountain falls, my love for you will never change. I love you, my gorgeous rose."

"Oh, Daley." I was touched by his sincere confession, and warm tears fell from my eyes. He lowered his head and kissed the back of my hand. I helped him up and hugged him tightly.

"I love you too." I said the words buried in my heart.

At that moment, I realized that I also loved Daley. I just never realized how I felt about him. All I saw was Frade. I was chasing Frade so much that I never realized Daley was right behind me.

He watches over me and waits for me. We used to face the darkness together, and we used to hold each other in the lonely night. We have both fallen into the abyss, and we have found each other in despair. We are all on a lonely and helpless path to revenge.

If Frade was the sun I ran to, Daley was the shadow behind me. It was fate that brought us together. I couldn't refuse him. But I can stop chasing the sun.

Now that I was sober, I decided to turn around and hug him. If he were Satan from Hell, I would break my wings for him and fall into his arms.

There is no sin in depravity.

His kiss landed on my lips and I responded to him warmly. I tried to tear his clothes, but he gently stopped me.

"I have something else prepared for you."

I looked at him quizzically, but he gave me a mysterious smile. "Close your eyes and follow me."

So I obediently closed my eyes, he took a soft silk that covered my eyes. My vision was black. He gently took my hand and asked me to follow him.

I could feel him taking me into the elevator and then we got into the car. He always held my hand. I felt a little excited, wondering what kind of surprise he was going to give me.

The car stopped and Daley took my hand and helped me out of the car carefully. As my feet touched the ground, Daley untied the silk covering my eyes. As I slowly opened my eyes, a huge sign with a red heart appeared in my vision.

"The Little White Church?" I asked, surprised.

"I owe you a ceremony," Daley said.

"Seriously?" I couldn't believe it. "But I don't think it's open time."

What kind of crazy people have a wedding ceremony in the middle of the night? Besides, where do we find a priest now?

"Don't worry, I've arranged it."

"How did you do that?" I asked surprisingly.

"It's the charm of money," he said confidently.

At this time, a chubby middle-aged woman came out of the side door next to the church. She came towards us and started to introduce herself.

"Good evening. My name is Nancy. I'm the staff member in charge of the reception." She smiled professionally. "Now, I need to take the bride to the dressing room to put on her makeup and change her wedding dress."

"But I don't have a wedding dress," I whispered to Daley.

"Just go with her," Daley said. "Don't worry about the dress."

I followed Nancy to a small room where two makeup artists were waiting for me. I have seen these two make-up artists on TV. They are a couple. Their work is so expensive that only celebrities and rich people can afford it. I noticed a white wedding dress hanging on a hanger next to my dresser.

Oh, God. This is the wedding dress that I tried on in the bridal shop, the one set with diamonds. I remember that Sarah took the dress away from me, and now. How did it get here?

One makeup artist sat me down on the dresser and started to do my makeup. Another male makeup artist started to do my hair. The stylist spread my hair out and gently brushed it with a comb. He coiled my hair in a bun and fixed it with styling spray. Another female makeup artist used a special brush to spread the foundation evenly on my face.

When they finished, they helped me put on my wedding dress. Nancy, who had been watching from the sidelines, took a crown made of pearls from a dark red box and carefully placed it on my head. I felt the weight of the crown on my head at once.

"That was amazing." Nancy couldn't help but exclaim. "You are definitely the most beautiful bride I have ever seen."

I looked at myself in the mirror, and at that moment I couldn't believe that the beautiful bride in the mirror was me. The crown on my head and the diamonds on my wedding dress were shining as if there were a circle of dazzling light around me.

"It's time. I have to take you to the church for the service," said Nancy with a smile. "The groom has been waiting for a long time."

Then Nancy took my hand and entered the church. The moment I stepped into the church, I heard wedding music. Daley was waiting for me in a black dress, with a priest standing beside him.

I walked up to him step by step, the red carpet lined with white roses. With the rhythm of the music, I finally came to him. Nancy gave my hand to the groom. We looked into each other's eyes and listened to the priest 's speech.

"Do you, Arthur Logan, willing to take this woman to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. You will love her, take care of her, respect her, accept her. Be faithful to her to the end of your days."

"Yes, I do," Daley said, looking at me with sincere eyes.

"Eva Green. Do you willing to take Arthur Logan to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. You will love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him. Be faithful to him to the end of your days."

"Yes, I do," I said.

Nancy then handed the ring to us on a silver tray, and we put it on each other's fingers.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the Holy Spirit. God has bound you together, and no one shall tear you apart. Now the groom may kiss the bride."

Daley kisses me, and at this moment my heart and my body are connected to him. It was a wedding ceremony with no friends, no relatives, just us.

"Then our big moment is coming," Daley whispered in my ear. "Wedding night party."