He let out a sigh. “I never once thought that…you’d still be so angry at me for it.”
Rachel curled her lips into a smirk when she saw this. “Theo.”
She turned to face him fully. “I’m a doctor. Let me ask you this-do you know what’s the one inevitable outcome of having someone injure you and then getting that wound stitched up?”
Theo furrowed his brows and shook his head.
“It’s scarring.”
Rachel smirked and pointed at her chest. “The scar that you and
Roanne left behind will never be erased, and even if I forgave you, it doesn’t mean that I’ll forget. Besides…”
She chuckled. “Since when did I even say I had forgiven you?”
With that, she circled past him and snatched the bouquet out of his hands, then hurled it straight toward the crowd of women who had gathered around them. “This bouquet ended up in my hands, and since I don’t want to get married, nor do I want to see you get married, I shall give it to someone else.”
With that, she turned and strode out the door.
Theo glanced first at the crowd of spectators who were clamoring over each other to get their hands on the bouquet, then turned and chased after Rachel. “It’s okay. Since you don’t want to get married, I won’t, either.
“If you can’t seem to erase that scar from your heart, I will be here, waiting, until one day you’re healed enough not to notice it anymore.”
Rachel could not help curling her lips into a smile when she heard this but did not pause in her footsteps. “You can do whatever you want.”
“Oh, by the way-“
Theo grabbed hold of Rachel’s arm as they made their way out of the church. “That friend of mine just notified me that she’s successfully broadcasted the news of Brettley and Bethan’s wedding to Fairier Town. Can I know…who lives there? Is there a particular reason you wanted me to do this?”
Rachel smiled at this. “There’s no need for you to know. All you have to do is broadcast the news there.”
Surely…Gwen would have seen the news by now?
Fairier Town.
The air was tainted with the scent of fresh soil after an afternoon of rain. Gwen, dressed in white, was sitting in a little cafe, staring at the news on the television screen as she sipped her tea.
The television screen was broadcasting news of the joint wedding between Brettley and Bethan, and Bonnie and Jim.
All of her friends were there at the wedding too.
Gwen curled her lips into a small smile as she picked up her cup, silently sending Bethan her blessing.
Bethan had finally gotten the wedding of her dreams.
Brettley loved her with all his heart and was willing to give her everything she ever wanted.
If Luke was still alive…there would probably be three happy couples on the wedding.
“Miss.”
All of a sudden, a waiter strode over and put down a slice of pastry in front of her. “I noticed someone following you. Is he your friend?”
Gwen furrowed her brows and instinctively turned to glance behind her.
Aman dressed entirely in black, with a cap and a face mask, was sitting at a table not far away from hers, staring at her. When he noticed her looking, however, he quickly picked up the menu and pretended to skim through it.
“He looks a little suspicious…”
The waiter frowned and reminded her in a voice that was barely above a whisper, “Do you need me to call the cops?”
“No need.”
Gwen smiled. “Thank you for your kindness.”
The waiter paused, unable to believe his ears. “Do you know him?”
“I guess you can say that.”
She curled her lips into a smile and pointed at the menu. “Get him one of these, but don’t tell him I sent you.”
“Alright.”
As puzzled as the waiter was, he still nodded and abided by her request.
After the waiter left, Gwen glanced once more at the man in the distance, then returned to enjoying her tea.
This man had been following her around for about a month now, and at the start, she had been so spooked by him that she almost called the cops herself, but…
Eventually, her missing items would magically appear on her doorstep the day after she lost them.
When she forgot to pay for her meal at a restaurant, she discovered that someone had paid the bill for her when she returned to the place.
Once, when she was molested in the streets by a passerby, she realized that a few days later, that same man was avoiding her, his face swollen and bruised as though someone had given him a bad beating.
Gwen’s instinct was telling her that this was all the man in black’s doing. Although she had no idea who he was or what his intentions were, she could feel that he did not mean her any harm, and so she continued to allow him to do so. After some time, she gradually became to grow comfortable with the idea of having him around.
With his presence, she would no longer be afraid, whether it was a dark, desolate night or a heavy storm.
Therefore, on this beautiful afternoon, she wanted to share her good spirits with him.
After some time, the waiter strode over to his table with a small piece of pastry. “Your cake, sir.”
The man who had been staring at Gwen all this while paused, then lifted his head to glance at the waiter. “I didn’t order this.”
The waiter smiled. “Someone ordered it for you.”
The man froze, then quickly glanced in Gwen’s direction.
She had already disappeared, but there was a piece of paper left on the table.
He leaped out of his chair, sprinted over to the table, and picked up the slip of paper.
Gwen’s intricate handwriting read, [Two of my best friends have gotten married today, and so I’m ina splendid mood. I’ll be going home now. Feel free to take the afternoon off for yourself.]
A glimmer of shock and panic flashed through the man’s eyes when he read this.
When…did she come to know of his existence? Did this mean that… she knew who he was?
“Sir?” the waiter’s voice pulled him back to reality.
The man furrowed his brows and returned to his seat.
The pastry Gwen had ordered for him was one of her favorites. He stared at the little piece of cake for a long time before finally instructing the waiter to wrap it up for him in a to-go box.
Meanwhile, on the second-floor balcony, Gwen leaned against the railing as she watched. A glimmer of disappointment flashed through her eyes when she saw the man leaving with his to-go box.
She had ordered him this cake in hopes that he would remove his mask to eat it, and that she would be able to discover his true identity.
Unfortunately, the man had his guard up, and her plan had failed. Gwen let out a sigh and turned around, intending to leave herself.
“Gwen Larson?” all of a sudden, a man’s voice rang out from behind her.
Gwen furrowed her brows and glanced in the direction of the voice.
Somewhere not far behind Gwen, a man wearing black attire stood there looking at Gwen with a shocking look, “Gwen, is that you? Do you still remember me? I’m Winson Tinker!”
Gwen frowned while she tried to search in her memory and a smile slowly appeared on her face. “Winson Tinker? Yes, I remember you!
Winson and Gwen went to the same high school in Sea City. Gwen and Bethan would sit together in class and Winson would sit in the row behind Bethan. During then, they were so young. It was common for them to copy homework from each other, asked each other questions about homework, ate snacks sneakily during class, and helped each other to take cover when the teacher was questioning them.
After they graduated from high school, Gwen started dating Ben at university. That was when she lost contact with Winson. Never had she expected to meet Winson in this rural town in the south.
“Wow, it has been such a long time. You are more and more beautiful!”
Winson smiled, “Let’s grab a drink together.”
Gwen nodded and accepted the invite. One by one, they returned back into the cafe.
“What a coincidence, it is.”
The waitress served them their beverages not too long later.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.