"If Mr. Dean asks you to remove the mask from his face later, don't be afraid." Daphne cautioned.

• Just as Daphne finished speaking, a voice as cold as ice came from behind her. "Daphne, I've already told you many times that I don't need a woman."

Daphne hesitated in her response. "Mr. Dean, this is the bride chosen for you by Old Mr. Dean. He said this is the last time, and if you still don't like her, he won't send anyone else in the future." "He has already said that nine times."

• Although Finley's face remained cold, he didn't let Daphne send Samantha away. "You can leave first."

. "Yes, Mr. Dean."

Daphne thoughtfully closed the door for Finley and Samantha. Finley moved closer to Samantha in his wheelchair and looked at her dressed in a white wedding gown with a white veil on her head. He didn't know what to say about his grandfather.

• Only his grandfather could arrange such a wedding for the older generation.

• This was already his ninth bride, and without thinking, he knew that this woman was no different from the previous eight brides who had fainted because of him.

What he saw was a woman

was the first

held aside. "After tomorrow,

that time, she was still a fool who didn't understand the meaning

when she saw his extensively burned

·

her foolishness that he didn't send

and completely treated her like a child, providing her with delicious food and fun activities and

was also the happiest

everything changed when she regained her

into Finley's arms before holding him tightly. "I won't leave. No matter how you hit me or scold me, I won't leave. I want to stay by your side and be with you." Finley was at a

"I am disabled."

"I don't care."

Finley furrowed his brows. "I don't love

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