Olivia Lewis was dragged out not long before Edward Jackson, dressed in a plaid suit, exuding an unusually mature and stable aura, ca in.
He was not the sa kind of good-looking as Adam Sinclair, Baron Lawrence, Rupert Harris and others.
His attractiveness lay in the aura of stability developed over ti. In terms of facial features alone, he might not be considered stunning, but paired with his unique tea-colored eyes, he gave off an indescribable sense of comfort and reliability.
As soon as he entered, he imdiately attracted the attention of several assistants.
Enna Clark even noticed there were young girls whose faces turned red while sneaking glances at him.
"Enna, how’s the preparation going?" Edward Jackson didn’t pay attention to who was looking at him, he walked straight to Enna Clark and with a hint of amazent in his eyes, smiled warmly and asked.
Enna Clark lowered her head to let soone help her put on a necklace, and then turned her head to say, "Almost done, Little Uncle, you’re here already?"
"Mm. Ca to have a look."
Edward Jackson walked to her, picked up the only headdress left in the box that Enna Clark hadn’t worn yet. With a gentle gaze, he stepped forward and helped her put it on.
Once he was done, he stepped back and admired her for a few minutes, his gaze deep as if looking at her, yet also as if seeing soone else through her.
After a long while, he said regretfully in a low voice, "If your mom were still here, wearing this wedding dress, she’d probably look just as beautiful as you. What a pity..."
Enna Clark’s heart tightened, she pressed her lips together.
Her mom’s lifelong regret probably was never having worn a wedding dress openly due to eting Jacob Clark, that scumbag! Loving the wrong person, and even losing her life for it.
Edward Jackson seed to realize he shouldn’t have ntioned it today, he quickly smiled warmly, reached out to adjust Enna Clark’s veil, and said, "If she were here, seeing you today, she’d surely be very happy. Enna, congratulations."
"Thank you, Little Uncle." Enna Clark smiled, her eyes curved like flowers, like a spring breeze brushing the face.
This beauty made Edward Jackson’s emotions grow complex again.
Actually, he felt both happy and sad now.
Happy because Enna had found her other half and was getting married.
Sad because he had a feeling his daughter was going to marry another man, becoming part of another family.
Even though Enna wasn’t his daughter, the age gap between them made her almost like his daughter. Moreover, he had found Enna to compensate for the suffering she endured all these years, for the lack of a mother, he essentially raised her like a daughter.
The feeling of suddenly having your precious child getting married was truly complicated for a man.
So much so that he suddenly felt a little displeased with Baron Lawrence.
No wonder Tobias Clark had said similar things to him before, about being in a not-so-good mood because Enna was getting married.
Now he understood why Tobias Clark had been sulking then.
Yet...
Edward Jackson adjusted his breathing, being a mature man, even if he felt the sa discomfort as Tobias Clark, he wouldn’t show it like a nine-year-old child. He deeply looked at Enna Clark, pressed his thin lips together, and said, "It’s about ti, Grandma is already waiting for you at the venue, Enna, are you ready?"
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