The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2214

"What did you say...? Wedding... Now?!"

Bella was trembling all over. She shoved Christopher's chest and stared outside at the trees. The shadows they cast fluttered in the wind. She wished she had misheard him because of the roaring wind outside.

"Yes, right now." Christopher looked at her solemnly, his eyes laced with affection.

Her enchanting eyes widened, and her heart nearly stopped right then and there.

Why was he suddenly proposing a wedding in the middle of the night, in such ominous weather?

Could this mean that his hidden lair had been exposed and he had grown desperate?

Could this mean Justin and the others finally found her? This must be why Christopher was suddenly in such a hurry to get married!

Christopher settled Bella back on the bed and leaned over to pick up a pair of crimson high heels on the floor that he had prepared earlier. He carefully tucked her dainty and pale-white feet into the shoes. "When I was little, my mother told me that girls who get married in stormy weather are the feisty ones." Christopher fixed a look on her delicate features with a grave look in his eyes. Then he gently pressed his lips against her cheeks in a manner that barely resembled a kiss. "Do you see how bad it is storming outside? It's true that you have quite a sharp temper. After we get married, I want you to keep me in line. I like it when you get angry at me and when you have your outbursts. That's how I know you care about me."

up his voice became. His eyes gradually reddened several shades

to herself. She let Christopher caress her all he wanted while she remained still and

had been tolerating him for long enough, and she would have wasted all her patience if she were to lash out

find her. She

Then he picked her up

was no wedding dress to speak of, nor were there

her would just be like a microcosm of his life, full of regrets

marrying her and cementing his place

the wedding through

shed. However, it hardly offered much sense of protection due to the raging

moment.

resembling the exuberant spirit a married

a row of helpers and the

at the front without a

a death hold around her waist. As the couple walked across the field of blood-red roses