Chapter 908: Chapter 908: Marcel Gets Married_1 Chapter 908: Chapter 908: Marcel Gets Married_1 Purple Sumrs walked her crow away and returned to her own car.
She told Alexander Sumrs about everything she had seen and heard today with an astonished tone.
After listening, Alexander asked her, “Are you jealous of them getting married, or are you jealous they can’t keep their legs together?”
Purple punched him in the chest.
“Can’t you talk seriously?!” She glared at him angrily, “I’m talking about May Francis! Your ex-girlfriend, who’s about to marry Nathaniel Sumrs!”
Alexander closed his eyes and reclined the car seat backward, “I’ve lost my mory, I don’t rember having an ex-girlfriend.”
“Rogue!” Purple cursed.
After she cursed, seeing his carefree, rogue-like deanor, she felt a bit like laughing.
Purple leaned on him and whispered in his ear, “When do you regain your mory, let’s get married, shall we?”
Alexander’s eyes suddenly snapped open, staring at her, “Now?”
Purple’s head rested on his shoulder, and she closed her eyes comfortably, “Didn’t you say you don’t rember May Francis?”
Alexander hugged her waist tighter and whispered, “Mmm, I just rembered, there seems to have been such an ex-girlfriend.”
“Oh,” Purple said softly as she leaned against him.
Alexander asked, “I’ve regained my mory, shall we get married now?”
Purple kept her eyes closed, her lips curling up uncontrollably, trying to hold back a laugh, “I’ve lost my mory, I don’t recall saying that.”
Alexander paused, then suddenly flipped over her, pinned her down, and fiercely bit her neck.
Purple laughed uncontrollably.
Alexander ground his teeth, “Either get married or can’t keep your legs together, which one do you choose?!”
Purple laughed out loud, “I choose to lose my mory!”
“Purple Sumrs!” Alexander was frustrated.
…
While playful teasing was fun, it was indeed ti to seriously consider marriage.
There was no need to rush. After all, they were living together now, and being married wasn’t much different, but looking forward to married life was still quite nice.
Like where to go for the honeymoon, where to settle down after the wedding, when to have kids, and how many…
Just the thought of it felt incredibly sweet.
The dazzling sun of July seed like a perfect ti to get married. After Nathaniel Sumrs’ wedding date was set, Marcel Jefferson’s wedding news followed closely, with his day set earlier, this coming Saturday.
The bride had booked the largest and most luxurious hotel in all of Clearwater City. The wedding day convoy consisted entirely of luxury cars, a grand sight that astounded onlookers.
Aria Jackson asked Marcel, “Isn’t your girlfriend the receptionist at your company?”
Marcel trembled, “Yes, that’s right…”
Aria found it puzzling, “Her family is so rich, and yet she chooses to work as a receptionist for three thousand a month?”
Marcel was still shaking, “She says this kind of life is more fulfilling…”
Aria patted his shoulder, “Right, congratulations on your wedding.”
Marcel looked like he was about to cry, “Cousin, you have to help later!”
“Got it!” Aria raised the bottle she was holding and shook the liquid inside, “Already prepared for you. It’s all mineral water, drink without worries!”
At that mont, Purple entered the room and urged, “Marcel, are you ready yet? The wedding is about to start!”
Purple had co over today especially to help the groom.
She saw Marcel’s forehead covered in sweat and couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re not going to take a bath before you go out, are you?”
“I’m good, I’m good…” Marcel pulled out a tissue to wipe his sweat, glanced at himself one last ti in the mirror, took a deep breath, and left the room.
Purple took out a spray bottle from her bag and sprayed it on Marcel.
“It’s for the sweat sll, ha-ha! To keep from stinking up the bride!”
The hall outside was already filled with guests, with music and voices mingling together, boiling with excitent and celebratory joy.
Purple’s mood was also elated with the atmosphere.
Aria teased her, “It’s not like you haven’t been married before, what are you excited about?”
If soone else had said this, Purple might have snapped on the spot, but close female friends always held a ‘get out of jail free card,’ and Purple didn’t hold it against her.
“Look quick! Here cos the bride!”
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