Chapter 462 New Clues

Back in my home, my cat had turned into a fluffy ball of fur over the winter, resembling an adorable mascot. With no one around to distract me, I took a shower and relaxed on the couch, scrolling through my iPad.

"Carl, there are so many wedding dress designs! Each one is more stunning than the last-I can't believe how gorgeous they all are."

Without lifting his gaze, Carter continued trimming my toenails. "Just go with the one you love. Don't worry about the cost-I've got it covered."

He wasn't exaggerating. Between Carter's wealth and Bill-my current father-being exceptionally generous over the years, money was the least of our concerns.

Not to mention the stash of gold bars hidden under my bed. Even if we never lifted a finger, there was enough for several lifetimes.

"But I'm just one person. I can't wear all of them at once," I said with a laugh.

"Then choose the features you like most. I'll have a designer create a custom gown for you."

"What about you? What's your preference?"

After a moment's thought, he answered seriously, "A traditional dress. I want us to honor the old customs, complete with all the ceremonies and rituals. I'll shower you with betrothal gifts and see you in a pink wedding dress." My eyes sparkled. "Are you suggesting a vintage-style wedding?"

He nodded. "That's right. But it's just what I think. It's our only wedding, so I want it to reflect what you truly want."

"This is our wedding," I said, moving closer to him. "How can your opinion not be important?"

I hesitated before asking, "Is it because I once wore a white wedding dress when I married Luke?"

"It's not just that. It's also because you were in a white dress stained with blood. That memory bothers me deeply. And..."

He trailed off as he finished trimming my last nail, then wiped his hands with a damp towel in an unhurried way.

"I once promised you that I would marry you when I came back," he said, a wistfulness in his voice, the kind only we could understand.

I intertwined my fingers with his. "Alright then. I'll wear the pink wedding dress and marry you properly."

A traditional-style wedding was far more intricate and costly than a modern one. But how often did someone get the chance to marry?

In my previous life, I had waited endlessly, only to never be with the one I loved.

gaze softened as he promised,

met, and my breath caught. I tilted my head up toward

next morning, I woke up sore all over, only to find

many friends here, I happily agreed and drove

had returned since we last parted ways in Jaford. He stood in my room, tall and imposing, his hand brushing lightly against an old photo of us. Whitney explained, "He said he

Luke from our past conversations and likely called me over to avoid any awkwardness

His eyes were slightly red as he asked, "Chloe, can

planning to throw it away

Sanders-and to him-no

Carter and

to

as he clutched the frame. "That's... good. I'm happy for

streaks of white in his hair that hadn't

we can't go back to the past. It's time to

voice breaking. "Move on? Chloe, every time

his figure unsteady as if he might crumble at any moment, "This is all my fault. I deserve everything that's

away, leaving Whitney

him thoughtfully before turning back

you going to go

an ordinary life. I might not have gone to school, but Taylor arranged for private tutors, so I've learned a lot. Still, I've been disconnected from the world for 20 years. I want to

education."

in the car, it was clear she had a resilient and determined spirit, far

see her bounce back

great," I said. "I won't worry about you

smile. "I'll live my life well and make myself

"What about the drug?"

those memories.

in relief. "You're

to me. "Chloe, Greg discovered something in Grandma's things.

we found her worship altar filled with items like beaded bracelets, religious statues, and a Bible. Kate retrieved

yellowed, had been preserved well

written by Grandma's friends?"

wasn't as simple as it was today, so letters were the primary way people

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