Chapter 15
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"You don't need it? What are you going to do when you embarrass yourself later? Even if you wanted to see me, you could have waited until I returned to the capital. Or did you purposely pick an important event like this to show up in front of me to force me to get back with you?"
He still thought it was the old Leah who would never let him go and would do anything to stay by his side.
He did not know that I had long severed my years of connections with him deep down.
"You're overthinking it, Mr. Coleman. I'm not here because of you today," I said.
Brad let out a sneer. He did not believe me.
"Who else are you here for if not me? Leah, I can't believe how stubborn you are right now. You're not familiar with Clason City. Your family has nothing to do with the Blackwell family, either. Other than to see me, what other reasons could you have to come here?" Brad asked.
Perhaps the past Leah had made Brad too confident. That was why he could never believe I had long moved on from him.
"Just take it that I'm stubborn, then," I said, and I turned around to use another path.
"Leah—" Brad took a couple of steps forward.
I turned to glance at him with disdain. "I thought you hated it when I kept bothering you. So, what are you doing now?"
Brad's expression darkened, and he pursed his lips.
It took him a while before he said, "Leah, don't be ungrateful. You will regret this later."
Regret? I knew I would never regret that.
After I returned to the makeup room, the stylists and makeup artists gathered around me, changing me into the wedding dress and putting makeup on me.
The wedding dress was elaborate and luxurious. I could see how much effort had gone into it.
I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath.
'Leah, you have to be happy from now on,' I thought.
The door opened slowly. My bridesmaids surrounded me. All eyes were on me as I walked out. However, I subconsciously looked for James in the crowd.
Once I locked eyes with him, I became calm.
He looked right at me, smiling gently.
I could not help but smile and walked toward him with great happiness.
The room was silent. Suddenly, there was an untimely sound of glass breaking.
I looked toward the sound, but Brad had already gotten back up from the ground, looking like he had lost his soul.
He stood there with his face as white as a ghost. He was stunned. His hand was bleeding.
The sound earlier must have been caused by him after he crushed his wine glass with his grip.
I only glanced at him before I looked ahead again calmly.
By then, the butler had brought the security in.
"Leah!" However, Brad pushed everyone away and wanted to rush up the stage.
His parents were clearly stunned because they forgot to stop him.
The guests around him were shocked, and they started whispering among themselves.
The security rushed up to him right away and quickly stopped him.
James looked calm, but his voice was cold as he said, "Escort him out."
"Leah, explain this to me!" Brad seemed like he had lost control of his emotions. He tried his best to break free from the security guards, but he was pinned down once again. He just looked like a mess.
"You're doing this to take revenge on me, right? You're putting on a show for me, right? I said I would get engaged to Zoe, and you immediately married someone else. How dare you, Leah!"
Brad's chest was heaving. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me.
I ignored him and walked toward James instead.
Soon, Brad was dragged out of the hall. The rest of the Coleman family was escorted out as well.
The wedding went on.
James put a ring on me and kissed my finger as everyone watched.
I picked up the ring and grabbed his hand gently.
James' fingers were long and muscular.
Only I knew how his hands had caressed my face and held my waist.
I held back my bashfulness and put the ring on his finger. Like he did earlier, I kissed his finger with the ring on it.
James cupped my face and kissed my forehead gently. "Hello, Mrs. Blackwell," he said.
I looked into his deep-set eyes and saw my smile in them. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell," I replied.
