Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 586

Olivia Cruise took a moment before answering. Gracefully, she glided to the front and slid into the man’s arms. “Louis, what’s wrong? Why do you always look so absentminded these days?”

Louis Smith lowered his gaze and saw Olivia’s concerned expression, his heart throbbing with guilt that was difficult to break free from.

“I’m alright. Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly.

“Louis, have I done something to upset you? Is there something I’m not doing well enough?” Olivia’s voice trembled as she bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears. Her pitiful and vulnerable expression made one’s heartache. “I used to think that I knew you so well. But I feel like we’re drifting further apart. and this scares me. It feels like I might lose you at any moment now.”

Olivia tightened her grip on Louis’s shirt. Her gentle voice trembled, “Please, be honest with me. Do you regret marrying me…”

Hearing her words, Louis frowned. A sense of guilt quickly overpowered the struggle within his heart.

He was well aware of the sufferings that Olivia had endured during this trying time, and he saw how tirelessly she had worked to keep up with him. Despite her lack of familiarity with the business world. Olivia had enrolled in a finance class and had done everything she could to support him in his pursuit. Even now, she was suppressing her fears and worries while being extra cautious of his well-being. As he reflected on his recent internal struggles, Louis was consumed by guilt and remorse.

Snaking his arm around her slim waist, Louis pulled Olivia closer and whispered reassuringly, “Why would you even think that? Even if we’ve been separated for three years, you’re still the woman I want to marry. So, why would I regret marrying you?”

“Are you sure?” Olivia subconsciously asked.

Louis nodded solemnly as he answered, “I mean it. Stop dwelling on this.”

Hearing his comforting words, Olivia’s eyes brimmed with tears of relief. With a gentle smile on her face, she nestled into his embrace.

Louis held Olivia close. He took a deep breath and silently vowed to dispel his restless thoughts.

He should not have any other thoughts now that they were legally married.

In fact, he would not have been alive today if Olivia had not shielded him with her delicate body during the car accident.

He owed his life to her.

Even if it was a way to repay her kindness, Louis could not disappoint her.

anything from this auction? Shall I buy them

the final item the organizers

all the guests had arrived, the organizers had kept the final item a secret, refusing to reveal any information about it. This piqued everyone’s interest, and all the guests were curious to see what it was. If she could successfully bid for this item, it would be enough to attract everyone’s attention. Olivia’s eyes flickered at the thought. Casting her

she spoke, Olivia leaned in and gently pecked the corner of

fondly as he reminisced about their carefree

at her affectionately, he cooed,

someone,

a silly girl,”

chatted, the couple could hear the host announcing the

Olivia exchanged a brief yet meaningful glance before returning

social rules and norms. Everyone remained composed and patient after the auction began

organizers. These

genuine effort to bid on the items, though some may have

Renaissance painting from the 1800s. At the same time. Rachel Grey idly flipped

brush made with squirrel hair from the 1700s. The brush body measures approximately 8 inches in length. The starting price is set at

had little interest in the cultural relics being auctioned. However, there were

experts, this brush

the price quickly

and raised the price,

who was sitting in the private room at the end,

value to Olivia. However, she could not bear

any opportunity to cause problems

her unusual action caught Louis’s

always loved these cultural relics, right? I once gave him a fake one at his birthday party, and I’ve felt guilty about it ever since. So,

gaze softened

suspicion in his

heaved a sigh of

next few bidding rounds, Olivia followed Rachel closely, raising the bid higher each time. It

that Olivia’s

she so obsessed with stealing what’s mine?” Rachel

her brows, Rachel broke into a meaningful smile as she