Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
A delicate crystal tiara crowned her hair, which Judah had arranged into an elegant cluster of curls, while her time in his makeup chair had gifted her with an ethereal glow.
To say that Betsy didn't recognize herself was an understatement, and Lukas' stunned gaze made her feel like she was floating instead of merely walking down the aisle.
Oh, thank you, Judah, thank you, Charlotte, thank You, God!
It was not that she had stopped dreaming ever since having her son. But because everything had drastically changed the moment she became a mother, Betsy had simply gotten used to putting D's needs above hers. She had gotten used to the idea of putting her own life on pause while raising D.
It was only now, with hindsight, that she realized how much she had underestimated God's ability to work miracles in her life.
She had unconsciously made Him equal to humans and had imagined Him working under the same limits as humans.
And because it seemed as if the world had forgotten Betsy as an individual existed, she had unconsciously believed that God would forget that part of her, too.
But He had not, and this—-oh, yes, this was proof of it.
Betsy's steps came to a halt as she started crying ugly tears, and the sight had everyone either smiling or pretending they had gotten something in their eye.
Fingers suddenly twined with hers, and Betsy could only cry harder, knowing who it was even before she managed to look up.
Lukas smiled down at her, and Betsy let out another sob.
"We won't get married at this rate."
It was her first time to hear Lukas' gently teasing tone, and this, too, had her crying even more.
"S-Sorry," she choked out. "I'm just s-so...h-hap—-mm." She could no longer speak as Lukas suddenly covered her mouth with his own.
Oh my.
Betsy's every sense swooned, her body melting into his arms as she found herself helplessly clutching his chest.
When Lukas lifted his head, it was as he expected, and his wife-to-be was no longer in tears. "Ready, sweetheart?"
All Betsy could do was nod, her mind still clouded with passion. But when she tried to take a step forward, her knees immediately buckled, and she started to fall.
Everyone laughed as their billionaire groom swept his bride into his arms, which - if one thought about it - was quite fitting. Since the couple had already kissed in front of them before the wedding even started, why not have Lukas carry his bride over the threshold of her temporary immobility as well?
Chapter Fourteen
LUKAS' WEDDING WAS nothing like how he had vaguely imagined it would be. At all.
And he was glad it was so.
Instead of aiming for a big and fancy wedding, Lukas had sought help from Conrad with the guest list, and the billionaire had followed the older man's suggestions to the letter.
He had invited a battalion of nannies, pet sitters, and cleaners, and seeing this, the front desk manager had shaken his head in incredulous amusement.
I didn't really believe it, you know, the older man had remarked.
Believe what?
Every time Betsy sings you praises, which she does all the time, if we're being honest.
While Lukas had only smiled at this, Conrad's words had also effectively cleared up the one thing that had been bugging him of late.
Betsy was apparently why people in his apartment building no longer seemed to find him intimidating, and this became even more evident when Betsy's colleagues slyly teased the newlyweds about their whirlwind romance.
Mr. Tsaldaris obviously adores you, Betsy. Does that mean he lets you get away with ordering him around in the bedroom?
Be honest, Mr. Tsaldaris. Are you putting a ring on her just so none of the guys from construction can steal her away?
Sandra, you live right below their unit, don't you? You'll let us know if you hear any interesting sounds, won't you?
Betsy was torn between embarrassment and joy as her friends ribbed her mercilessly. How they had the guts to say the most audacious things in front of Lukas was beyond her, but at the same time, her heart was overflowing with happiness because of how her boss (who was now her husband!) was taking everything in stride.
It was so, so hard to believe that the man everyone had once described as cold and aloof was the same man who had not let go of her hand ever since they had been pronounced as husband and wife.
And every time her dazed gaze had flown up to his, Lukas would only give her a wicked smile that had her heart racing like mad.
That smile seemed to her like a promise and a threat, and Betsy's toes curled every time she thought about how things would be between them, once they were, well, alone.
Esther turned out to be the host for the reception, and the other woman soon invited the newlyweds to the stage for the cake-cutting. This was followed by Betsy tossing away her wedding bouquet (which ended up in the hands of Marcela, the shy dog sitter from 12/F) and the guests mischievously clinking their wine glasses as they called for a kiss.