Chapter 525

Chapter 525:

As Carlee’s words still hung in the air, Wyatt, with a warm smile, handed her a sleek folder. Not only Carlee, but Kelsey and Nora also received one each.

“Consider this my heartfelt gifts for you,” Wyatt announced, his voice brimming with sincerity.

“Gifts?” the three women echoed, their curiosity piqued.

With eager hands, they opened the folders, their eyes widening in disbelief. The folders held property deeds. The deeds were for luxurious houses nestled in the heart of the city’s most coveted districts.

“Wyatt, do we get something like this, too?” Sanford chimed in, his eyes sparkling with hope as he looked at the deeds. Wyatt’s cool glance, however, swiftly dashed his dreams.

The guests were utterly shocked by Wyatt’s lavish gesture. The bridesmaids, overflowing with delight, showered Wyatt with heartfelt blessings, their voices ringing with gratitude.

Weldon couldn’t resist a playful jab. “Houses are enough to make you all swoon? Where is your sense of pride p>

Carlee’s laughter danced through the air. “We tried to resist, but Mr. Stewart’s generosity was simply too grand to refuse p>

𝗗о𝗐𝗇𝘭𝘰а𝗱 р𝘋F𝗌 𝘧𝗋е𝗲 𝗈ո ѕ.𝖼𝘰𝘮

Meanwhile, Wyatt had already turned his attention to Amelia. Before the watchful eyes of their loved ones, he knelt on one knee before her, a timeless gesture of devotion, his gaze locked on her with unwavering love.

Though Wyatt had knelt in front of her to help her with the shoes before, the sight still sent a wave of emotion crashing through Amelia’s heart. After helping her with her shoes, taking her hand gently, Wyatt pressed a tender kiss to its back, a gesture as soft as a whispered promise.

The crowd erupted in cheers, their joy echoing through the room. Amelia, blushing, gently withdrew her hand, her heart fluttering.

“Honey, I’m here to pick you up,” Wyatt said, his smile warm.

Amelia’s eyes met his, and she smiled.

As she rose from the sofa, Wyatt’s grip tightened, and in one swift motion, he lifted her into his arms. Amelia, caught by surprise, instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her laughter mingling with the gasps of the onlookers.

The crowd parted like a sea, making way for the couple as Wyatt carried Amelia out of the room.

As they stepped into the yard, a burst of party poppers filled the air. The garden was a vision of enchantment, adorned with shimmering streamers and twinkling lights, all lovingly arranged by Shepard and Weldon.

With each step Wyatt took, Amelia’s heart raced, but then, she heard it — a heartbeat even more fervent than her own. It was Wyatt’s, pounding with a nervous excitement that betrayed his calm exterior.

The discovery wrapped Amelia in a sudden calm; she felt as if their hearts were now beating as one.

Barrie spotted the couple and swiftly opened the car door for them with a grin. Moments later, the grand convoy began its slow, majestic journey through the city.

Wyatt had chosen the grandest church in Kretol for their vows. Though the distance was short, the convoy took a scenic route, weaving through the city to give Amelia a wedding day woven with magic.

Along the way, staff handed out exquisite gifts to the crowds lining the streets, their cheers rising like a chorus of joy. The entire city center of Kretol was gridlocked, yet no one complained. With gifts in hand, the onlookers showered the couple with blessings, their voices a symphony of goodwill.

But in the shadows of a quiet street corner, a pair of eyes watched the convoy with a venomous glare.

Brielle had traveled to Kretol the moment she learned of Wyatt and Amelia’s wedding. Since the day her real identity was laid bare, she knew she would never be able to be with Wyatt, leaving only bitterness in its wake.

As the vibrant wedding procession wound through Kretol’s streets, Brielle stood there, her heart a tempest of jealousy and resentment. Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

Fiercely, her nails bit into her palms, yet the sting went unnoticed, drowned by the storm within her.

“Doesn’t this sight stir envy in your soul?” A voice broke through her reverie at that moment.

Brielle’s head snapped toward the speaker, her expression dark.

There stood Colton, his eyes fixed on the endless parade of cars, their polished surfaces gleaming under the sun. His face bore the same gentle smile he always wore, but his gaze was sharp, glinting with a frosty edge.

“Amelia has taken everything that once was yours,” he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. “Don’t you yearn to take it all back p>

Brielle’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering in them like a flame. “What are you getting at p>

Noticing the guarded edge in Brielle’s stare, Colton softened his tone, though his words carried weight. “I’m here to propose a partnership. I want to work with you p>

“You want to work with me?” Brielle’s laugh was sharp, dripping with scorn. “If my sources are right, you’re just a minor player in the Mills family. What makes you think you’re in any position to work with me p>