After the wedding, the most anticipated mont was the bridal chamber night.
An ancient saying goes: the bridal chamber night is one of life's four great joys.
For Marcel Horne, he couldn't wait for the dark sky to arrive.
At the wedding banquet, Ruby Bluen considerately pushed his wheelchair so he could toast the guests. However, mindful of his injury, she often snatched the drinks away, not letting him drink. Instead, he had to watch as she downed cup after cup of yellow wine, his heart aching with distress.
Julia Bluen and Glades Horne sat in a corner. The couple was too striking, so to avoid stealing the spotlight from the newlyweds, they had tacitly chosen a quiet spot. The dia hadn't left. The Horne matriarch, in high spirits, insisted the reporters couldn't leave until they'd had a wedding drink. Consequently, the bustling reporters all stayed, laughing and celebrating.
Occasionally, flashes would still blink, mainly towards Glades Horne and Julia Bluen tucked away in their corner.
Glades Horne was renowned for doting on his wife. Now, people's impression of him wasn't just his capability, but how much he cherished her. The private lives of prominent figures were always a popular topic, so the dia continued to focus on this golden couple.
"Tired?" Glades Horne picked up a piece of lobster at for Julia Bluen, his eyes gazing at her as he asked softly, his adoration evident.
Julia was already three months pregnant, and her strong pregnancy reactions had gradually faded. She could eat without feeling nauseous, and her appetite had improved. She slept well and gained a little weight, but thankfully, her tall figure disguised the gains. Even with a few extra pounds, she still looked slender.
Generally, after three months of pregnancy, as the fetus takes shape, it's ti to increase nutritional intake, which benefits the child's developnt. However, excessive nutrients should be avoided to prevent the baby from growing too large, which could affect childbirth. Seeing Julia's increased appetite, Glades constantly thought of feeding her to fullness, which often provoked her protests.
"Mm, I am a bit tired." Julia Bluen also picked up a piece of lobster at and placed it in Glades Horne's bowl. Glancing at the small mountain of food in her own bowl, she couldn't help but laugh. "Glades, I can't eat this much. Stop giving so much food. You eat so..."
Glades Horne's enigmatic gaze fell on her.
Julia Bluen pretended not to see it and quickly bowed her head to grapple with her al instead.
Glades Horne chuckled deeply with a fathomless expression.
Ti passes quickly, so fast that one hardly notices it slipping by. The awaited night had finally arrived. The sky was pitch-black, devoid of stars and moon; instead, a cold wind blew, heralding a chilly night.
「The Horne Family.」
"Second Young Mada, be careful! Those people, really—on a day like today, how could they let you drink so much?" Aunt i chided gently as she supported a drunken Ruby Bluen. Ruby's cheeks had a florid glow. Aunt i led her into the room she shared with Marcel Horne in the Horne family ho. The spacious room, located on the southeast side of the third floor, had been freshly redecorated. Bright red happiness characters were plastered everywhere, filling it with a celebratory atmosphere.
Uncle Ying followed, pushing Marcel Horne in his wheelchair.
Marcel Horne's face was etched with heartache for Ruby. He was also sowhat annoyed with the guests for their incessant toasts. They knew his special circumstances, yet they still pressured them. For those who were already married, well, never mind. But for those who weren't married yet—he'd get his revenge when it was their turn to wed. It wouldn't be too late.
"Aunt i, just help Ruby lie down," Marcel Horne instructed in a low voice.
"Yes, Second Young Master," she responded.
Aunt i carefully helped Ruby Bluen onto the large, red nuptial bed. She helped her lie down and took off her shoes. Then, after offering a few words of congratulations to Marcel Horne, she and Uncle Ying left the bridal chamber, closing the door behind them.
Tonight, no one would disturb the newlyweds.
No one would co to 'disturb the bridal chamber' either. Naturally, no one dared. After all, Marcel couldn't stand up, and Glades had warned that he wouldn't be polite to anyone who dared to cause a fuss. Thus, at this mont, the bridal chamber was peaceful and quiet.
Marcel Horne wheeled himself to the bed, quietly gazing at Ruby Bluen, who was flushed like peach blossoms in her drunken state. Ruby wasn't asleep; she just felt dizzy. She tried to sit up but seed weak. Turning her face, she caught Marcel's serene gaze and instinctively smiled at him, whispering as if to herself, "Is this... is the dream coming true?"
Upon hearing her words, Marcel's heart clenched. She had longed to be his wife for such a long ti, hadn't she? And he...
Reaching out with his broad palm, he tenderly, affectionately caressed her blushing face. Ruby, his delicate wife, he repeated in his heart. Truly, marrying her was also his dream.
Feeling his warmth, Ruby Bluen struggled to sit up.
"Marcel..." she called softly, as if rembering sothing. She laboriously slid off the bed and stood barefoot on the floor. The room seed to spin, and she nearly lost her balance.
"We... should go to sleep," she said.
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