Chapter 133 Not In The Car
The buzz about William and Laurie’s impending wedding set the Internet ablaze, sparking lively discussions across countless forums and social media platforms. Memories of William’s previous lavish ceremony lingered vividly in the public’s mind.
Fresh roses adorned the wedding venue, each bloom selected with precision and care by the workers. On that unforgettable day, William and Renee walked side by side under a blooming floral arch–she, radiant in her white gown, and he, dignified in his sharp military uniform. At the heart of the venue, four soldiers, their uniforms crisp and somber, held aloft a delicate white lace veil. As the couple reached the designated spot, the men withdrew, allowing the veil to cascade softly over William and Renee. In that enchanting moment, William drew Renee close for a tender kiss, sealing their union under a shower of petals.
This scene, imbued with romance and elegance, was etched in the collective memory of the Internet, hailed as
the definition of a dream wedding.
Despite the knowledge that their union was a strategic alliance between powerful families, the striking allure of the bride and groom–a distinguished officer and a spirited heiress–drew admiring glances and heartfelt blessings from onlookers and strangers alike.
But the fairy tale quickly fell apart, unraveling with shocking drama. Just three years later, the couple who once seemed inseparable were now tangled in hostility and spite.
Gossip buzzed once more with the engagement. “Have you heard? She’s just 18, such a tender age for such a hasty decision. And Mr. Mitchell? He’s hitting 28.”
“But really, what of it? At 28, a man’s in his prime. Sure, Ms. Chadwick is a decade his junior, but with his dashing looks and enviable status, isn’t he every young woman’s dream?”
One might have expected Sylvia to be the most devastated by the news, yet, to everyone’s surprise, it was Roxanne who found herself overwhelmed with emotion. She rushed to Esme, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Aunt Esme,” she said between sobs, her voice trembling. “Didn’t you promise to match me with William? How could he possibly be engaged to someone else now? And to someone so much younger–it’s completely
outrageous!”
Esme exhaled a weary sigh, her expression one of resigned compassion as she gently rubbed Roxanne’s back. “Roxanne, you didn’t push yourself enough. Moreover, the Mitchell family is entangled in some serious challenges at the moment. Eric is barely holding onto his status and the only way out is by aligning with the Chadwick family. But don’t worry–I’ll find you someone far more thoughtful and suited to you than William
ever could be.”
Comforted yet not fully appeased by Esme’s words, Roxanne bit her lower lip, a stubborn spark flaring in her eyes. There was no way she would walk away from this so easily.
As she left Esme’s side, she wasted no time making her way to William’s estate.
Her last visit had only taken her as far as the kitchen, but this time, she was determined to go further.
Unbeknownst to Roxanne, the moment she slipped William’s bedroom door open, an alert buzzed on his phone. His gaze sharpened as he activated the room’s concealed surveillance. The screen flickered to life, revealing Roxanne’s hesitant figure in the doorway. William’s face clouded over with displeasure.
He was just about to release Renee, realizing neither the time nor the place was ideal–the underground parking lot was too exposed, a spot anyone might wander into at any moment. More importantly, he prided himself on his respect for privacy; he had no intention of letting a casual passerby catch a glimpse of him and Renee in a compromising situation.
His mind made up, he decided to do this another way, a move that might also ward off anyone harboring ill
intentions.
Meanwhile, Renee tapped her foot, her impatience growing. Was William seriously considering keeping her waiting in such a manner?
Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted as a firm grip encased her hand, and she found herself being ushered swiftly towards his car before she could protest.
A wave of unease washed over her. Was he reconsidering? The thought of what might happen next in the confined space of the car sent a shiver down her spine–it wouldn’t be a first.
Catching the wary look in Renee’s eyes, William let out a low, reassuring chuckle, his voice a blend of amusement and tenderness. “Relax. We’re not going to do it in the car.”
A flush of embarrassment tinged Renee’s cheeks at his words.
“We’ll do it at home,” he murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips as he guided her forward.
