She cried while cradling the dress like a priceless treasure, shielding it with her body.
Felix frowned with heartache and pulled her into his arms immediately.
The look he gave me was pure disgust and rage.
“Ulyssa, I’ll say it again. Apologize to Tracy.”
“Otherwise, forget about marrying me!”
He held the weeping Tracy in his arms while screaming down at me like a king disciplining a servant.
That look on his face, full of confidence, as if I would kneel and beg him at any moment.
Even now, he still thought I was desperate to marry him.
“Fine, I’ll apologize.”
I spoke calmly. “But it has to wait until the wedding tomorrow.”
The moment I said it, Felix’s expression shifted into one of absolute certainty.
“I knew it.”
“You chased me for so many years. How could you possibly give up the chance to marry me?”
“Ulyssa, see? You should have surrendered earlier.”
“You had to make such a scene and force me to lay hands on you before you’d behave.”
After saying that, he even lowered his head in a show of concern to check the injury he caused when he threw me. Pretending to care.
I let him perform.
After all, tomorrow’s show would not work without this setup.
The next day, the wedding hall was packed.