Her Return, His Regret by Natie

Chapter 47~ The lucky lady.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye and the night of the launch party finally arrived.

The hall at one of the biggest hotels in the city was decorated in golds and dark greens. Chandeliers with dangling crystals hang from the ceiling, casting a mesmerising golden glow over the place.

Lora smiled at the man beside her and hooked her arm to his when they arrived at the venue. The moment the two of them stepped through the double golden doors, silence fell over the place and all eyes turned towards them. "I think Miss L just made a grand entrance," Jason remarked as he led Lora inside.

Almost everyone was looking at Lora in awe. She looked so breath-taking in the one-shoulder sapphire gown she wore that fit her like a glove. It had a thigh-high split with a corset bodice, shaping her figure.

Her hair was styled in a slick low bun, her face glowing with light makeup and a daring cherry red lipstick.

People couldn't help but greet and compliment Lora about her work.

"Miss L, I'm so honoured to meet you tonight. You're the most talented designer in our city," someone said, eyes sparkling in admiration. "I'm a fan of your work."

"Thank you so much," Lora replied politely, smiling as they made their way through the crowd.

"Good evening, Miss L, Mr Anderson, you two make a good match," another one said when he stopped Lora and Jason to greet them.

Lora smiled warmly and Jason replied, "Thank you, Mr Carson. I'm the happiest man to have Miss L as my woman and partner tonight."

He placed his hand on the small of Lora's back and led her to their table. As they proceeded, Lora felt a burning gaze on her. She whipped around and saw Ryan standing on the other side of the room, his eyes fixed intently on her. He looked smouldering in an all-black suit. His gorgeous dark locks were styled into a slight quiff, enhancing his handsomeness.

saw a flicker of anger in Ryan's eyes as he stared at her. However, she gave him

ignored him. A wave of intense jealousy rushed through him. The moment

from her body. How dare this man touch her openly like this? What happened to giving someone space so they could breathe? Ryan was going crazy with jealousy. Jason was touching Lora like she belonged to him or something and it irked

Ryan in her wheelchair followed his gaze

and fierce jealousy surged through her when she saw him looking at Lora with

substitute,' she said in her mind, a lightbulb going off in her

Ivy was happy that he still loved her regardless of how cold he had been towards her

just a replacement. It didn't matter if

Ryan wanted by his

wheelchair tightly, anger and jealousy rippling through her like a tidal wave. She glanced at Ryan and her heart clenched, seeing his attention entirely on Lora as she chatted and laughed with Jason on the other side of the room. "Ryan..." Ivy called out to get Ryan's attention away from Lora. She asked, "Do you think I would also look as beautiful as Lora if I could walk? I do wear pretty dresses and heels but no one can see them since I'm stuck in a

was brought back to the present at Ivy's words. He tore his gaze away from Lora to look down at Ivy

guilt twisted in his chest. He sighed and forced a smile before replying, "Ivy, you're beautiful in any form. Whether you're in a wheelchair or

when she successfully caught his attention. She nodded and said, "As long as you think

the official launch of Mr Ryan Kingsley's new jewelry

went on to make some opening remarks and the audience listened quietly. When he was done,

"Now is the time

for. I say this because f for the opening dance, Mr Kingsley will randomly choose one lucky lady from the audience to have the

the ladies wished Ryan would choose them as his dance partner. It would be an honour

"Each of the invitation cards is numbered and those that were given to ladies have been written on small cards and put in this

crowd before saying, "Our CEO will draw one card and if that card matches the number on your invitation card, then that means

some ladies eagerly glanced at the numbers on their cards,