The next day, in the early morning.
Connor and Jorge returned to Porthampton by plane.
Connor had originally intended to invite Zidane to attend his wedding and to help him return to the Purple Cloud Sect. However, Zidane seed to have grown accustod to a carefree life and preferred not to interact with too many people, so he declined the invitation.
Alia also did not accompany Connor to Porthampton. After all, as a powerful woman, she had many of her own responsibilities to attend to.
When the plane successfully landed in Porthampton, Freya, Thomas, Kyle, Queta, and the mbers of the Purple Cloud Sect were waiting eagerly at the airport, their expressions filled with excitent.
After a mont, Connor walked out of the plane.
With one glance, he saw the beautiful woman standing in the waiting area, dressed in a white gown. Freya's attire was the sa as the one she wore when they first t.
Countless mories flashed through his mind.
He felt that everything he had experienced over the years was like a dream. Freya, on the other hand, was looking at him with tears in her eyes. She couldn't believe that he was truly standing in front of her once again.
In the next mont, tears welled up in her eyes.
He walked over to her and embraced her tightly.
She held onto him tightly as tears fell from her eyes.
At this mont, she was overwheld with excitent, feeling like she was living in a dream.
"Don't cry, let's get married!" He wiped away the tears on her face and said softly.
"What... What did you say?" She looked at him with an expression of disbelief.
"I said... Will you marry ?" he replied with a smile.
"Are you serious?" She found it hard to believe the words she had just heard.
"Of course, are you not willing?" he asked playfully.
"I do!" she exclaid excitedly.
...
Three days later.
On a beautiful island.
The island enjoyed a spring-like climate year-round and had breathtaking scenery. It was considered a retirent paradise for many wealthy individuals. However, due to its pri location and comfortable environnt, the price was extrely high. Even billionaires on the Forbes list would hesitate to make a purchase.
Yet, Connor spared no expense and, through his connections, directly purchased the island to use as the venue for his wedding.
This extravagant gesture was beyond generous.
On the island, preparations for the luxurious wedding were in full swing. Many guests had arrived early, creating a lively atmosphere.
The guests invited to Connor and Freya's wedding included not only close friends and family but also influential figures from around the world.
Originally, he had contemplated having a small, private wedding, but to his surprise, when Thomas learned about it, he imdiately spread the news. Before he could send out formal invitations, these prominent figures had already responded, expressing their intention to attend the wedding.
Reluctantly, he had to send out the invitations to accommodate their wishes.
At this mont.
Inside a hotel room.
Freya sat at the dressing table, wearing a wedding gown designed by a renowned foreign designer, her lustrous black hair cascading down.
The bright sunlight outside the window gently illuminated her, making her skin glow as if she were a radiant goddess. She was unbelievably beautiful.
Freya, at this mont, seed like a celestial being descended to earth, leaving people feeling inadequate in her presence.
In her company were makeup artists and a group of beautiful won dressed as bridesmaids. They included Rachel, Priscilla, Mina, Queta, and Yelena, all close friends of Connor.
Luckily, the guests who had co to attend the wedding were unaware of their identities and assud they were Freya's close friends, which is why they had been asked to be bridesmaids.
If they knew about the ambiguous relationships between these stunning won and Connor, they would be astounded.
"Freya, you look absolutely stunning today. Even as a woman, I can't help but be enchanted by your beauty," Priscilla said sincerely as she gazed at Freya, admiration evident in her eyes.
The others, including Rachel, nodded in agreent.
Even though they were considered goddesses in their own right, attracting attention wherever they went, they couldn't help but feel inadequate when standing next to Freya.
Hearing their complints, Freya blushed and said sowhat shyly, "You're all too kind. You look beautiful as well! But having you as my bridesmaids is truly an honor."
"Ha! That guy is getting off easy," Rachel couldn't help but snort.
"Exactly, Freya, you have to take good care of Connor in the future. Don't let him run around everywhere. We've got your back, so don't worry!" Priscilla declared with a determined look.
The others nodded in agreent and couldn't help but laugh.
Inside the room, the goddesses chatted and laughed.
The gentle sea breeze outside the window rustled the white curtains, creating a scene of unparalleled beauty.
This grand wedding was about to begin.
Hand in hand, Connor and Freya walked out of the lobby.
In the presence of the guests, they exchanged rings and made their vows of love, officially entering the bonds of marriage.
This wedding, with its grandeur and magnificence, would beco a legendary tale passed down through history.
(End of the novel)
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