Chapter 1573 - 1574: A Wedding Without a Groom (2)

"Jorge, as long as you’re at the wedding, I will be truly happy and content."

Lydia Brooke’s words struck Jorge Saxton’s heart, each word leaving a deep impact.

Jorge Saxton’s gaze turned intense and profound, remaining silent.

"Jorge, do you not want to? Haven’t you thought about marrying me?" Lydia anxiously looked at the silent Jorge, her fingers tightly clasped, her heart in turmoil.

Jorge gently shook his head, "No, Lydia..... I’ve only ever wanted to marry you in this lifetime. It’s just... Lydia, I—"

"If you’re hesitating, I won’t bring it up anymore, Jorge. I’m going upstairs to rest."

Lydia gave Jorge a faint smile, but deep in her eyes was a hint of loneliness.

Lydia stood up intending to go upstairs, but her wrist was suddenly grasped by someone, halting her steps.

Slowly turning her head, Lydia saw Jorge’s profound gaze fixed on her. After a while, he slightly pursed his lips and spoke softly, "Alright, let’s get married. But Lydia, I really don’t have time to prepare for the wedding right now. However, trust me, I will definitely give you a grand wedding and make you my rightful wife!"

Lydia’s smile blossomed, bright and gentle, "Jorge, do you really want to marry me?"

"Yes." Jorge held Lydia’s hand with utmost sincerity and determination, "Apart from you, I don’t want anyone else."

"Jorge, I’ll give you a surprise at the wedding."

A child would probably be a delightful surprise for Jorge, wouldn’t it? Lydia felt immensely happy inside.

Lydia nestled close to Jorge’s chest, laughing softly, "Jorge, it doesn’t need to be grand, just the two of us is fine. Shall we get the marriage certificate tomorrow?"

"Alright." Jorge held Lydia, "Once this busy period is over, I promise to make up with a grand wedding, trust me."

"I trust you," Lydia replied from within Jorge’s embrace, smiling with warmth and happiness, "Tomorrow morning let’s get the certificate, then I’ll rent a chapel in the afternoon, and the day after we’ll have our wedding, just the two of us. Jorge, how does that sound?"

"Alright."

The two embraced each other, incredibly happy and sweet.

-

The next day, they received their marriage certificate and officially became a legal couple.

In the afternoon, Jorge received a phone call and left in a hurry. Lydia understood and went alone to discuss arrangements with the chapel staff for their wedding the next day, even scheduling the pastor.

Lydia went to a flower shop; typically, roses are used for weddings, but Lydia preferred baby’s breath, so she ordered a truckload of baby’s breath to decorate the chapel the next morning.

Everything was prepared; Lydia bought a wedding dress from the bridal shop and a costly handmade suit from the boutique, sending it to the headquarters of Summit International for Jorge, while she carried the wedding dress back to her apartment, waiting for her wedding day.

Lydia was very excited in the evening, making three dishes and a soup while awaiting Jorge’s return, and she changed into her wedding dress.

The pure white wedding dress highlighted her graceful figure; looking at herself in the mirror, Lydia smiled gently, her fingers brushed against her belly.

Happiness came just at the right time, allowing her to meet Jorge. In this lifetime, she asked for nothing more than to be with Jorge and their child forever.

Under the bright night lights, Lydia stood in front of the mirror in her dressing room, giggling foolishly.

Tomorrow—she would become Jorge’s bride, Jorge’s wife...

An anxious sleepless night followed, Lydia found herself a bit flustered, but thought perhaps Jorge planned to come straight from the company to the chapel to marry her; after all, the wedding attire had been given to him, Jorge was definitely going to come.