"Nothing, just feel like everything is happening too unrealistically... I was tricked by you, the scene of the mishap after drinking still feels like it was yesterday, and now we’re actually going to get married..."
Skye suddenly realized what she had said and instinctively stopped talking.
Why did she ntion that...
The mishap after drinking she just talked about was her initial mory with Dylan Wellington when they were entangled together.
But... that was with the real Dylan Wellington, not the man in front of her who had lost those mories.
She knew how strong Dylan Wellington’s possessiveness was, afraid he’d overthink, Skye was about to explain when her hand was suddenly grasped by the man.
Dylan Wellington’s broad, dry palm tightly held her soft, delicate hand. He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.
"Wife, you don’t have to be particularly concerned, just say whatever you want... I, Dylan Wellington, am not foolish enough to be jealous of myself." After kissing the back of her hand, Dylan Wellington kissed her fragrant shoulder.
After kissing her fragrant shoulder, he buried his head and kissed the side of her neck.
While kissing, he gently bit, his large hand softly caressing Skye’s waist, and then all the way up.
"Although I don’t have the initial mories of being with you, I know the person I love is you. You have loved and will love , Dylan Wellington, alone – past, present, and in the future."
As he spoke, the man’s hand movents intensified, his thin lips biting onto his cherished wife’s red lips.
"Although not having the initial mories with you is a regret, as long as I have you, every day in the future will be a mory." Mr. Wellington not only excelled in kissing but his softly spoken love words were also textbook-level.
The gloom and turmoil in Skye’s heart seed to be washed away by his sweet words.
With his embraces, kisses, and deepening intimacy... their bodies sank into the soft sofa.
The sultry intertwining warmth escalated in the room.
...
Finally, Skye fell asleep, exhausted.
And Dylan Wellington successfully changed the topic once again.
After the fact, he embraced Skye’s tender body, feeling her warmth, a deep light flashing in his vacant pupils.
These days, bizarre images often flicker through his mind.
Those pictures, sotis near, sotis distantly floating by, seem tangible yet unreachable.
Especially in his dreams, he can always see many past mories with Skye that he hasn’t experienced firsthand.
Being cautious by nature, Dylan Wellington had long guessed that perhaps they were related to his past self.
But regarding this, he wasn’t sure yet, and he didn’t dare to tell his wife, afraid she’d be happy for nothing.
He kissed Skye’s soft hair top.
Dylan Wellington held his cherished wife and drifted into a deep sleep.
It’s rare that Molly Lewis and Allen were taken by Aidan Lucas’s family to play with Lulu, and he wanted to thoroughly enjoy this afternoon alone with his wife.
...
*
Soon, the day for the wedding arrived.
Considering the ’tragic experience’ of being left behind at church last ti, Dylan Wellington, seemingly shadowed, refused to hold the wedding at a church this ti, no matter what.
So this ti, the wedding was directly moved to the five-star King’s Palace Hotel under the Royal Palace Group’s umbrella.
Although Skye is already a mother of two, and according to the marriage certificate records, she and Dylan Wellington were remarrying.
In many people’s eyes, such a marriage shouldn’t be too grandly held or loudly proclaid.
But who’s Mr. Wellington? He spoils Skye to the extent of sending her his whole heart without a care.
Not only did Dylan Wellington want to hold the wedding, but he wanted to hold it grandly.
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