Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 878 This Man Is A Disaster!

The extraordinarily lavish wedding ceremony lasted until close to midnight.

The guests slowly dispersed, and the lively venue resumed its peace.

Luke and Bianca decided to have their honeymoon at the castle on the water.

In the dreamy night, a black Rolls Royce adorned with flowers drove silently along a path among the woods toward the fairytale-like ancient castle.

Countless fireworks illuminated the night sky, opening and closing like gigantic umbrellas.

Bianca sat in Luke's embrace, looking at the beautiful scenery through the car window.

She was entirely mesmerized.

A firework's life was short, but it would give a lasting impression beyond its lifespan.

Life was like that too.

They might encounter multiple obstacles that stood in their way, but as long as they held each other tightly, they would be able to shine like fireworks.

Their future would be as bright and blissful as they made it to be.

The Rolls Royce slowed to a halt in front of the entrance of the castle.

Luke opened the car door, then bent over and carried his wife out of the car. "You must be tired today."

Bianca's head leaned on his chest, and she sighed. "I'm not that delicate. I can walk by myself."

Luke smiled gently. "There's a superstition that a bride's feet should not touch the ground before she enters the bridal chambers. The husband will have to carry her. Otherwise, their marriage will be filled with disasters."

Bianca blushed slightly. "That's nonsense. Why would you believe in such superstitions? No one talks like that anymore."

afraid of Luke's ravenous

times in front of the guests earlier. If he had

control his urges

I say so, it must be true,"

she might be tired. He wanted her

Bianca out of the

front of the castle was

of the carpet were servants dressed in festive

were standing in

in unison." Congratulations on your wedding, Mr. and

by the spectacle, though she was also quite

thanked those people in her heart. At the same time, she buried her face into his broad

heart was thumping

had dreamed of such a wedding when she was younger, though she expected that her actual wedding would

in love with a man as outstanding as Luke Crawford

from the past

of happiness, sorrow,

with a mixture

carried Bianca to the master bedroom and gently placed

I'll get someone to fill up the

palms coyly like

of the room, Bianca breathed a

was spacious and lavish. It was furnished like a

ceiling was high, from which hung an ornate chandelier. The furniture and fireplace were all antiques. For a moment, Bianca felt that she had gone back in time to the 17th century,

face reflected in the

but her make-up remained impeccable. Her face was a deep red color, which

as she touched her reflection in the

time she

marriage with Luke earlier, but