Tears swirled in her eyes. Before entering the venue, Evelyn saw Logan Shaw standing in the artificial garden with a girl.
The girl looked about two years older than Evelyn, tall and graceful, with exquisite features that were beyond description, exuding a noble beauty as she stood there.
And in Logan Shaw’s hand was the bracelet Evelyn had helped him pick.
In the sunset’s glow, the bracelet shone with a spiritual brilliance.
Logan Shaw held it with deep affection in his eyes, lifting the girl’s hand as if he had gathered all the world’s most beautiful and radiant light onto her wrist.
The two exchanged a smile, then tightly embraced each other.
At that mont, even the clouds turned pink, and the air was filled with sweet happiness, entering Evelyn’s body through her breath, only to turn bitter inside her.
Unable to hold back the tears any longer, she wanted to step forward, wanted to question them, but her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, making even another step difficult.
What right did she have to disrupt their love and happiness at this mont?
Logan Shaw had soone he liked, so he didn’t care who she married!
No wonder he didn’t want to recognize her, didn’t say he was her big brother.
Because in his heart, she didn’t occupy even the tiniest space; she wasn’t important at all!
Tears fell one after the other, like a broken string of beads, wetting her face.
She glanced deeply at them once more, surrounded by flowers, embraced in romance as if depicted in a painting.
Turning away, every step felt like treading on blades.
Looking up at the blue sky, now gray and dull, her mood plumted to the depths.
She thought she heard a sound.
Crackling—
It turned out to be the sound of heartbreak.
...
Unwilling to be "married off" just like that, Evelyn ran to the civil affairs bureau to check whether she was really already registered as married.
Her hands were tightly clenched, palms sweaty, face indistinguishable between sweat and tears, looking utterly haggard.
She was still hoping for a possibility.
But when the staff clearly uttered the word "married," she went mad with anger, then ran ho, packed her things, her mind filled only with the thought of leaving the city as fast as possible.
"Miss!" Aunt May held Evelyn back, "Don’t cry anymore! Actually, marriage is a good thing! Twenty is not young anymore; in our day, there were even twelve-year-olds getting married!"
"Why are even you saying this?" Evelyn cried bitterly, "Aunt May, you raised since I was little, and now I suddenly beco soone’s wife, and you don’t even care who it is, just persuade marriage is a good thing! If it were your real daughter, would you also rashly advise her to marry like this?"
She felt extrely wronged.
Having lived with Aunt May for so many years, she had long regarded her as a mother, but Aunt May’s persuasion just now really disappointed her.
"It’s not what you think." Aunt May continued to soothe her, "I just believe that Mr. chose a good groom for Miss, surely it wouldn’t be bad, right?"
Evelyn shook her head; she didn’t care whether Caden Lockwood was good or not.
All she knew was that there was no feeling between them!
How could they force her to marry like this?
If a good man ans she has to marry, can she really manage it?
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