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Chapter 1844

Back in the grand foyer of the castle, Magdalen had slipped into her bridal gown, a creation by Estelle

that was the epitome of elegance. The strapless design featured a bodice adorned with petals

reminiscent of tulips, and a voluminous skirt that cascaded down, embellished with pearls nestled

within delicate embroidery. The dress was a perfect match for the castle's majestic ambiance, where

the wedding was to be held.

A buzz of inquiries surrounded Magdalen as guests marveled at her gown. "Who's the designer behind

this stunning piece?" they asked.

Magdalen, with a gracious smile, replied, "Who else but KING!"

At the mention of KING, reactions varied from enlightenment to awe, and some to disappointment.

Those who had hoped to secure the designer for themselves knew that with KING's name attached, it

was likely a far-fetched dream.

Catching Estelle's eye from across the crowd, Magdalen winked, her smile playful and radiant.

With half an hour to the ceremony's start, guests filled the chapel, each taking their seats. Old Mr.

Jarvis and Old Mr. Quintin were given pride of place at the front, stirring whispers among those who

recognized Mr. Jarvis and pondered the special connection the Langston family must have to have him

in attendance.

The castle's chapel was a sight to behold, with its ornate Roman columns, soaring entrance hall,

majestic doors, and flowers scattered throughout, adding romance and gravitas to the space.

As the elegant music began to play, the crowd settled into a hushed anticipation. Bridesmaids and

groomsmen emerged from either side of the grand entrance, proceeding down the aisles that fanned

out from the doorway.

At the lead of the bridal procession were Manley and Estelle. Manley couldn't take his eyes off Estelle

as she approached him, his handsome features relaxed into an easy smile, though his heart raced in

secret.

In the span of seconds, Manley's mind replayed the drama of their first meeting, the guarded

interactions that followed, and the profound moments they later shared. These memories felt as close

as yesterday, yet years had passed since they first met.

He realized they had known each other for so long.

Perhaps he would never have the chance to call Estelle his own, but in that moment, as he watchednovelbin

her in her bridesmaid dress walking towards him, his heart swelled with bittersweet joy and a tumult of

emotions he couldn't calm.

He had lived a wild and unrestrained life, but at last, he had come to know the taste of loving someone

deeply.

Even if fate was not on their side, he did not regret this longing.

Soon, they were side by side, Manley taking Estelle's hand, whispering with a chuckle, "In my heart,

this is like you're marrying me just this once!"

Estelle tensed at his touch, her senses suddenly heightened. She glanced towards the entrance and

caught sight of Jonathan stepping in.

He wore a sharp black coat, his figure tall and determined as he hurried in. His gaze met hers, shifting

from surprise to a fleeting chill, but in an instant.

Across the sea of guests, their eyes locked and Estelle felt a surge of elation. She nearly turned to rush

towards him.

Manley's grip on her hand tightened, steering her back to the present, reminding her that the wedding

was underway.

Jonathan, seeing Estelle hand in hand with Manley, felt an urge to pull her away. Charlie stepped in,

placing a hand on Jonathan's shoulder, urging, "Keep it cool, the ceremony's still on."

Jonathan struggled to remain composed, his handsome face twisted with frustration. "Why is Manley

here?"

Charlie shrugged, "Manley and Magdalen are friends. It's normal for him to be here."

He nudged Jonathan towards their seats, trying to calm him, "Don't panic, Estelle's still yours. No one's

taking her away. Manley's just getting a moment's advantage, that's all."

Jonathan's eyes remained fixed on Estelle, never having seen her so beautifully dressed, yet now it

seemed to torment him.

Ten days without her, his longing had become unbearable, and now he had returned only to find her

elegantly on Manley's arm.

The sensation was like oil poured onto boiling water.

Charlie settled him down with a teasing tone, "I only just found out Magdalen called Manley back.

Seems like she's trying to provoke you! But why did you stay abroad for so long?"

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