"Then let's go to the store. Try them on one by one until you are satisfied." Matthew reached out to stroke my hair and said in a firm tone, "My wife will definitely be the most beautiful bride!"
"Okay." I nodded slightly, pretending to be happy.
Matthew frowned, turned my face to look at him, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you, Rosalia?"
Just as I was about to speak, Matthew's cell phone rang again.
Matthew looked grim, saying, "Is there an end? Why didn't I find her so shameless before?"
"Answer it," I said wearily, "Otherwise, she'll keep calling."
Matthew hesitated for a moment before swiping up to answer the phone. He did not speak. As expected, there was cry coming from the other side. Emery cried gently and weakly, and her pain was felt through the phone.
Matthew took a deep breath and showed no mercy. He scolded Emery, "How many times do I have to fucking tell you that I'm getting married? Don't disturb me again!"
Emery stopped crying and became sadder. She sobbed and said, "Why? Matthew, we loved each other so deeply before. Why did you abandon me and marry someone else?"