Chapter 303 I Want You to Become the Happiest Bride

Chapter 303 I Want You to Become the Happiest Bride

Evelyn looked at Luke's furious expression and suddenly felt like laughing.

"Luke, who I meet with is my freedom. You have no right to control me."

After saying that, she added another line.

"What relationship do we have anyway? If you're so capable, stop appearing in front of me. What's the point of this persistent harassment?"

Luke gritted his teeth in hatred and spat out, "Don't you want Sadie and Annie anymore?"

Evelyn forcefully shook off his hand and glared at him coldly.

"Luke, you're using Sadie and Annie to manipulate me. Don't you just want to sleep with me?"

"We're all adults with needs. Maintaining a purely physical relationship isn't impossible either."

Evelyn looked at him seriously, appearing completely indifferent.

Luke was furious. "Evelyn, is that how you see me?"

"Are you insulting me, or insulting yourself?"

"Luke, back then, you faked your death and abandoned me and the children. Did you ever think about what would happen if I couldn't hold on and committed suicide?"

At that time, she had suicidal thoughts. Hawk's death had made her life collapse. It was only because she couldn't bear to lose the babies in her womb that she...

"What if I miscarried from grief?"

Her eyes reddened despite herself. "The truth is, you don't love me—you only love my body."

"Since that's what you want, I can give it to you right now. Let's get a room."

Luke looked at her angry expression and felt somewhat reluctant.

Finally, his anger subsided, and he coaxed gently.

"Everything in the past was my fault. Whatever you want, I can compensate you for it. Don't be stubborn, okay?"

"If I don't love you, who else could I love?"

Evelyn wasn't buying his act. She had already lost faith in him. Looking up, she saw a small motel ahead.

"If you want it, let's get a room right now. Otherwise, stay away from me."

Luke glanced at her, his eyes carrying something dark and unclear.

"Fine, let's get a room then."

He grabbed her and headed toward the small motel.

The landlady was sitting at the front desk eating chips. When she looked up and saw the handsome man and beautiful woman walking in, she was startled.

This man was more handsome than a movie star.

This woman, with that figure and face, was simply a sex goddess.

"One room with a king bed," Luke's cold voice rang out.

The landlady saw Evelyn's red-rimmed eyes and asked, "Miss, are you doing this willingly?"

Evelyn was stunned for a moment, glanced at Luke, then nodded.

"$298, direct transfer." The landlady quickly prepared the room.

Luke efficiently paid and took the room key, then pulled her upstairs.

Opening the door, a smell of cheap perfume wafted out.

Luke said coldly, "Didn't you want to get a room? Are you undressing or am I?"

Evelyn took a deep breath and reached for the zipper of her dress. Her snow-white back was exposed, still bearing faint red marks he had left a few days ago.

Her body trembled slightly, and tears had long since formed in her eyes like two large pearls that would fall with the slightest frown.

How had they fallen to this point?

Luke suddenly reached out to embrace her, burying his head in the crook of her neck, saying tenderly,

"Alright, don't cry, okay?"

He gently pulled up her zipper, then took off his jacket and wrapped it tightly around her.

The jacket carried his body warmth, calming her heart somewhat.

"I know you feel wronged. You can hit me, scold me, anything."

"Don't suffer alone anymore, okay?"

"I swear I'll never lie to you again. Forgive me this once, okay?"

He kissed her ear gently.

Evelyn suddenly pushed him away, tears rolling down, then directly fled through the door.

The landlady had just sat down and poured herself a glass of water, hadn't even taken a sip, when she saw Evelyn running downstairs.

Her eyes were red—she'd been crying.

Then she saw Luke anxiously running downstairs, slamming the room key on the small counter.

"Check out."

The landlady was startled. So fast...

No wonder Evelyn was crying so hard.

The landlady quickly added, "Young man, I have medicine here. Do you want some? All natural and harmless..."

Luke ignored her and chased outside.

The landlady watched his retreating figure and clicked her tongue twice.

Men these days have such poor physical condition.

In the end, Evelyn hailed a taxi by herself and left.

The Jackson family villa's main hall was brightly lit.

Daryl and Ruby each held a soft little baby in their arms, speaking in low voices, their faces showing unconcealed smiles. The atmosphere was peaceful and warm.

Suddenly, Evelyn rushed in, her eyes red, obviously having cried.

She was still loosely wearing a men's suit jacket, making her appear even more petite.

The smile on Ruby's face instantly froze, sensing something was wrong.

"Evelyn? What happened?"

Wasn't she supposed to have received hundreds of bouquets today? Went on a date, shouldn't she be coming home happy?

Evelyn's mouth turned down, tears starting to well up in her eyes again. "Nothing, just a bit tired. Going upstairs first."

With that, she ran straight upstairs.

Daryl's expression darkened.

He carefully and gently placed little Sadie from his arms back into the nearby crib, covering her with a small blanket.

Then without saying a word, he turned and strode toward the door.

Sure enough, a black Maybach was parked outside, engine still running.

Luke's tall figure stood by the car, a cigarette between his fingers, the red ember particularly striking in the night.

Daryl's anger flared up immediately.

He walked over with a stern face and opened with an accusation.

"Did you bully Evelyn?"

Luke heard the commotion and turned around sharply.

Seeing it was Daryl, he quickly stubbed out his cigarette, threw it on the ground and crushed it with his toe.

He straightened up and replied seriously.

"I didn't bully her."

"But she is indeed angry with me."

Daryl sneered coldly. "Stay away from her from now on. Stop bothering her."

He glared at Luke unceremoniously, feeling it wasn't enough, then added another line.

"Your biological functions don't work properly, yet you keep pestering my daughter. What exactly are you trying to do?"

Daryl was truly angry, saying things he should and shouldn't say.

This made Luke's expression change.

"Mr. Jackson, actually, I'm not what you think." He took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty, "I..."

Before he could finish.

Daryl glanced at him.

"I understand. We're all men."

That look carried some understanding, even a bit of sympathy.

"It's not your fault."

"You don't need to explain to me. When you have time, go see a doctor."

"Don't delay it."

With that, Daryl stopped looking at him and turned to walk back.

"Go home early."

A heavy sound. The ornate iron gate of Jackson Villa was mercilessly closed.

Luke stood alone by his car in the cool night, feeling somewhat suffocated.

Things always developed beyond his control.

After thinking, he still took out his phone and called Ivan.

The call connected quickly.

"Ivan, I've decided."

His voice carried a tone of gritted teeth.

"Do as you suggested!"

...

The yacht had been sailing for a full day and two nights.

Moving through the endless blue, stopping and starting.

On the third day at dawn, it finally reached its destination.

In the morning, Nicholas entered the small dining room and efficiently cooked meat porridge, fried a sea fish, and made poached eggs and vegetables.

The aroma filled the cabin.

Around ten o'clock, he carried the food into that luxury cabin.

Emma was still asleep.

She lay on her side, her black hair scattered on the pillow, the exposed neck showing particularly obvious intimate red marks.

Nicholas set down the tray and reached out to gently pat the small woman curled up on the bed.

"Emma, wake up, Emma."

The person on the bed stirred, eyes closed, complaining with a heavy nasal voice.

"Don't bother me."

Nicholas tugged at the corner of his mouth. These two nights, he had indeed exhausted her quite thoroughly.

Last night she had gotten fierce, glaring at him with red eyes.

"Nicholas, if you dare continue, we're getting divorced!"

This threat finally made him settle down a bit, holding Emma and coaxing her for a long time.

He felt Emma's stamina was really too weak. When they returned, he'd have to make her exercise properly.

"Honey, eat something first, then sleep." He was determined to make her eat three meals a day without skipping any.

"Come on, open your eyes." He reached out and gently pinched her soft little face.

Emma finally reluctantly opened her eyes, immediately seeing the tall, handsome man by the bed.

"I want to sleep more. I don't want to eat." She mumbled lazily.

"No."

Nicholas's tone brooked no argument.

"Eat first, then I'll let you sleep a bit more. We're about to dock."

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly reached out and lifted her up along with the blanket, striding toward the bathroom.

After this commotion and washing up with warm water, Emma finally woke up properly.

At the same time, she felt very hungry, her stomach growling inappropriately.

Nicholas carried her back to bed, let her lie comfortably half-reclined, then put a small spoon in her hand, indicating she should drink the porridge slowly herself.

He carefully picked out fish bones for her, placing the tender fish meat in her bowl.

After finishing this belated breakfast, Nicholas took her hand and walked out of the cabin.

The sea breeze on deck carried fresh moisture, invigorating the spirit.

Emma looked up and was completely stunned.

Before her was a lush green island, with the harbor's name written in blue artistic letters—Happy Island.

The harbor was built simply, with only a tall lighthouse and a seven-story wide building.

An elderly man dressed like a proper butler, leading two rows of uniformed servants, was already lined up waiting at the shore.

"Welcome, sir and madam, to Happy Island."

The uniform greeting made Emma somewhat flustered. She could only nod lightly at them.

Then Nicholas led her onto a sightseeing cart.

The cart traveled quietly along a well-maintained asphalt road.

Rounding two rows of tall green trees, the view opened up dramatically.

What came into view was a boundless fragrant garden filled with blooming lilies and roses, the air thick with rich, sweet floral fragrance.

In the center of the garden stood a blue and white chapel.

Next to the chapel was a three-story building.

The front of the building was all glass design. In the windows, mannequins wore various beautiful wedding dresses, dozens of gowns in completely different colors and designs reflecting brilliant, dazzling light in the bright sunshine.

"So beautiful."

Emma couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes wide, staring unblinkingly at the building.

The cart slowly stopped.

Nicholas helped her down.

In front of the bridal shop, six women in exquisite suits with delicate features were already lined up in welcome.

"Welcome, sir and madam, to the bridal boutique."

"Hello." Emma nodded and was led inside by a woman who appeared to be the manager.

Once inside, it was another marvel.

The first floor displayed countless jewels, with diamonds and pearls gleaming with enchanting luster.

The walls were hung with various veils, bridal bouquets... all the beautiful items related to weddings were complete here.

She suddenly turned around to look at the man beside her who had been silent.

"Did you prepare this?"

Nicholas curved his lips, his eyes showing unconcealed joy.

"Mrs. Harrison, this bridal boutique was designed especially for you."

After returning from Luminous City, he had bought this island and had it developed, building a chapel, bridal boutique... The island also featured a stargazing lake, star-picking platform, star-catching cable car... each place was a surprise he had prepared for her.

He took her hand, leading her upstairs, his warm palm enveloping hers, speaking as they walked.

"There are 99 wedding dresses inside, all custom-designed for you, each one created by master designers."

"Ninety-nine dresses? So many, how could I possibly wear them all?"

She looked at him incredulously. This was too extravagant.

"Try them one by one, choose your favorite."

Nicholas stopped and turned to look at her seriously, the affection in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Mrs. Harrison deserves to have the most beautiful things in the world."

He spoke each word clearly and solemnly.

"I want to make you the most beautiful, most happy bride in the world."

Emma's eyes instantly reddened...