This question made Clara Bennett laugh and say, "Since when does a bride walk in and get asked such a question?"
But seeing the other person speaking seriously, "I was just afraid you might be hungry. After all, a wedding is quite a physical endeavor, quite exhausting."
These words filled her heart with warmth, and she softly thanked him, "I’m full, you don’t need to worry so much."
She then lightly tapped the wooden structure beside her twice with the small rod she held in her hand to lift the veil, making so noise to guide him to her side, "Can you co over here now? Do you need to help you find the spot?"
"No need to trouble yourself."
William Foster replied, moving forward until he stopped.
William Foster answered calmly, "I can go over myself."
The wheelchair slowly moved to the bedside. Clara turned her head, catching sight of his figure from the corner of her eye.
She softly opened her mouth and said, "Reach out your hand."
William obediently reached out his hand and felt her fingertips touch his palm, placing a red rod into it.
She gently said, "Co, let guide your hand to help you lift the veil."
William pressed his lips tightly, softly whispering, "Thank you for your trouble."
Clara smiled slightly and said in a relaxed tone, "Such a small thing, how can it be considered troubleso?"
William seed to want to say more, but stopped before opening his mouth.
With a gentle lift of the red rod, the vibrant veil slipped from her head, revealing a face so breathtakingly beautiful, it could overthrow a nation.
The jewels and pearls embedded in the phoenix crown shimred under the light, like stars twinkling, catching everyone’s eyes.
William was completely stunned, even though he was used to her stunning beauty, at that mont, he was deeply moved by her unparalleled loveliness.
It was a kind of charm that one would find unforgettable after just a glance.
However, people always say that a woman’s most enchanting mont is when she wears a bridal dress.
William had never fully agreed with this statent before, but now, his mind had completely changed.
Yet he didn’t let these emotions show too much, instead, he smiled gently and said, "Clara, you really look enchanting tonight."
In response to her husband’s words, Clara half-jokingly said, "Can’t you co up with sothing new? You’re always casually complinting people."
William’s gaze was steady and gentle, sincerely replying, "But there’s truly a voice in my heart telling that you look stunning today, like the most beautiful woman in the world."
At this mont, standing before her, William had grown his hair long, appearing dashing and different from the impression he usually left on people.
Clara looked at the person in front of her and found her own breath a little unsteady, "Mr. Foster, compared to you, I’m really lacking. Why did you suddenly decide to grow such long hair?"
He looked just like the tragic prince she once fantasized about, no, she was exaggerating, she could never have imagined such a handso man before.
William’s appearance seed as if masterfully crafted by the heavens, more captivating than any ancient handso man she had envisioned.
Tonight, William was unbelievably handso, dressed in a bright red wedding garnt, exuding an indescribable noble air as he moved.
His long, shiny black hair flowed smoothly over his shoulders, topped with an exquisite jade crown, adding a touch of classical beauty to his entire look.
Because of this waist-length hair, his eyes, as captivating as spring water peach flowers, appeared even more beguiling and charming. His skin was as fair as snow, with a hint of a healthy blush on his cheeks, and his lips a vivid red, like dewy morning petals.
He was like a peerless beauty stepping out from a traditional Chinese painting, unforgettable and impossible to look away from.
Seeing such a William, he seed to sense her admiration, and a touch of shyness appeared on his face, he asked politely yet sowhat nervously, "Do you like it?"
Hearing this direct and gentle question, Clara almost instantly gave the most honest response, "Of course, I like it! You’re so handso."
Her tone was filled with unabashed fondness and admiration.
After hearing this, William seed relieved and explained, "As long as you like it. Actually, the makeup artist suggested that wearing this kind of long hair style would look better with traditional attire, so I thought maybe this look would suit us both better. What do you think? Don’t we look particularly well-matched tonight against each other?"
After hearing his explanation, warmth surged within Clara’s heart, and she said with a smile, "We are certainly a perfect match. The term ’a talented man and a beautiful woman’ could not be more fitting for us, like a pair made in heaven. Oh, wait a mont."
As soon as she finished speaking, Clara quickly got up and went to the other side of the room, then picked up the phone on the table and returned.
Seeing this, William asked with a puzzled sound, "Hmm?"
Clara explained as she walked over, "I want you to sit by the bed so we can take a picture together as a keepsake. Look how well-matched our outfits are today; it would be such a sha not to capture this beautiful mory!"
After hearing the proposal, William obediently moved to sit at the edge of the bed.
But then, he raised his own concern, "But... since I can’t see anything, what’s the point of taking a photo?"
Clara blinked, mischievously explaining, "Actually, this photo wasn’t intended for you to see~"
"Oh? So you’re planning to keep it for yourself?"
William curiously asked.
Upon hearing this, Clara sat down next to William with a playful smile and began to describe her little secret.
"Yes! If there ever is a guy who tries to pursue , I’ll just show him this photo and say, ’This is my husband.’ And remind him to compare how much he falls short in comparison!"
Even though his wife’s words brought a slight pang to William’s heart, he was nonetheless amused by his cheerful and lively little bride in front of him.
With a "click," two beautiful faces were captured together, their smiles in the fra appeared especially harmonious.
William clasped her hand and said softly, "Send a copy to my phone as well."
His words were full of anticipation, hoping that this beauty would accompany him always.
Clara blinked, playfully saying, "What, do you also want to show it to those pursuers?"
Her words carried a teasing tone, clearly joking with him.
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