Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 678

Once the Huttons were back at Saspiuburg, Amelia's life returned to normal. In the blink of an eye, it would soon be Tiffany's wedding.

Amelia accompanied her to test out the wedding dress that Derrick had custom-made from Irushea. After Tiffany put the dress on, she twirled in front of the mirror and chuckled. “Babe, do I look good?”

Amelia walked over and straightened the edges of the dress. “Tiff, you look exceptionally beautiful today. Even I'm charmed.”

Tiffany blushed and beamed.

Right then, Derrick entered the shop, and Amelia quickly retreated to the side to give the couple some space.

Marriage was a joyful event in life, and Amelia felt that she was lucky to witness it herself.

Back then, she and Oscar did not marry out of love. On the other hand, Tiffany and Derrick decided to get married out of love for each other. That itself was a good reason for others to congratulate them on their union.

As Derrick looked at Tiffany in a daze, he whispered, “Tiff, you look so attractive today.”

Tiffany's cheeks turned redder, but she deliberately asked, “Do I not look attractive usually?”

“You always do, but you look even more attractive today.”

“What a sweet talker. Tell me. How many women have you said these words to?”

“You're the only one I'll say these things to in this life, next life, and the life after next.”

Tiffany giggled.

A smile grew on Derrick's lips as well. He then reached out to caress her soft cheek and said, “Tiff, it's time for us to meet my in-laws. It's my fault that we haven't met your parents even though we're about to marry.”

Tiffany chuckled. “They're flying this afternoon. My family is just a normal family. Mom and Dad haven't seen much of the world. I'm afraid that the Hissons will look down on them, so I didn't plan to let them meet your family. You won't blame me for this, right?”

Derrick shook his head and lovingly told her, “Silly, why would I blame you for this? I should be going to your family home to visit your parents, but you ended up getting them to come before I could do that. As their son-in-law, I am the one who hasn't done my duty.”

“We have a long road ahead of us. My parents won't mind.

Derrick nodded. That was all he could do.

That night, when Tiffany's parents and brothers' family arrived, Derrick invited them over. However, Amelia's family was the only other ones invited; he was planning to have the Hissons meet the Winters the next day so that the Winters would not be anxious.

Amelia stepped forward and chuckled, “Mr. Winters, Mrs. Winters, I'm Amelia. I played with Tiff when I was a kid. Do you remember me?”

Ophelia, Tiffany's mother, looked at her and chuckled. “It's you, Amelia. I watched you grow up, so how can I possibly not remember you? You're getting prettier and prettier, and I nearly couldn't recognize you. I haven't seen you around when I go back to the family home over the years. Have you not gone back?”

Amelia smiled and changed the topic. “Mrs. Winters, you must be tired from the flight. I'll ask Derrick to send you to the hotel after the meal. You should get some rest.”

A considerate woman she was, Ophelia did not insist on an answer.

“Dad, Mom,” Derrick and Tiffany called out as they walked over. Clearly, Derrick already thought of them as his in-laws.

When Ophelia and Reginald saw Derrick, who looked like the prime model of mankind, they froze.

They had never seen a man that attractive before—he was like one of the gods in the fantastical they heard when they were children.

I doubt there are many who look as charming as him! He's so beautiful to the point anyone would feel bad about themselves just by being in the same room as him!

When Tiffany saw the way her parents were standing transfixed, a laugh escaped her.

“Mom, Dad, snap back to your senses. This is your son-in-law. He's a man, not a god or a monster from some stories,” Tiffany deliberately teased.

It was then the Winters came back to their senses and turned red in the face.

Ophelia then rolled her eyes at her daughter, embarrassed, before turning back to Derrick.

“Are you Derrick? Tiff has shown us your photo before. You're already very good-looking in photos. I never thought that you'd look even better in person. You're just like the gods in the stories. Tiffany's dad and I are stunned. We thought we'd gone to an alternate universe!” Ophelia's description, which sounded like a typical statement of a woman her age, was also mixed with several trending terms. Hence, Derrick chuckled in amusement, and the two became much closer from that.

“Mom, you're so humorous! I'm glad that you're happy with my looks. I was just worrying about what I should do if you didn't like me. Now, I can be at ease. From now on, I'll be like your son. This is a gift from me for you and Dad. I hope that you'll like it.” Derrick then took two intricate boxes out of nowhere as if he was a magician. He then handed them to Ophelia before saying, “I've prepared the gifts for Jayden and his family separately; I'll be getting someone to send them to the hotel that I've booked for you.”

At that, Ophelia became even happier with Derrick, for the young man seemed to be well-prepared. Even Reginald, Tiffany's father, found nothing unsatisfactory about Derrick after giving him a once-over.

The group then went to the hotel to put their luggage before heading to the restaurant for their meal.

Oscar came much later with Tony. When the Winters saw him, they figured out that he was either rich or influential. From that, they understood that Tiffany's life in Tayhaven was not bad. Not only was she marrying a good husband, but the people she knew were also excellent individuals.

After putting down Tony, Oscar greeted, “Hello, Mr. Winters, Mrs. Winters, I'm Oscar Clinton, Amelia's husband.”

The Winters couple immediately stood up stiffly. As a matter of fact, they even nearly bowed at him. “Hello, nice to meet you!”

Oscar's presence was overwhelming, and they dared not do anything silly around him.

Tony also greeted them obediently.

He looked cute and sweet with his words, so the Winters couple were instantly enamored with him.

“He's...”

“Mr. Winters, Mrs. Winters, he's my son. His name is Anthony Clinton, and his nickname is Tony. You can just call him Tony,” Amelia introduced.

“Tony? That's a nice name.” Ophelia reached out to carefully touch Tony's face. “He looks great. He's almost like a doll. The children of rich families are really different from others. The other pair of grandchildren I have are so cheeky.”

The Winters kept pouring praises on Tony, and it was a nice opening to their meeting.

After the meal, Amelia took the present she prepared beforehand and gave it to Oscar. “Mrs. Winters, this is a gift to you and Mr. Winters from Oscar and me. I'm not sure if you'd like it or not.”