Chapter 1110:
“I want to head back, change, then take you out for dinner,” Brendon said, his tone softening.
Yolanda sneered inwardly. She had been left outside, starving, not even a single message from him while he and Katie had feasted inside. And now he wanted to play the attentive man? She cursed him in her heart but kept her face serene.
“Brendon, you’re so wonderful to me. I can’t wait for the day I’m your wife, always at your side,” she said, her tone honeyed sweet.
“We’ll register our marriage tomorrow. Once you win the fashion design competition, we’ll hold the wedding,” Brendon declared firmly. She was so thoughtful, so devoted. How could he bear to let her down? When their wedding came, Christina would surely regret ever leaving him.
“Really? Brendon, you’re not lying to me, are you?” Yolanda asked breathlessly, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. Finally—she was going to be legally married to Brendon. The marriage certificate mattered more than any ceremony. Once they were registered as husband and wife, part of the Dawson fortune would belong to her.
“Yolanda, I’d never lie to you,” Brendon said, pulling her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
In that moment, he seemed vulnerable, as though he were the one in need of comfort.
Yolanda clung to him, her thoughts fixed only on the happiness of soon securing a marriage certificate. “I love you, Brendon,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his with fervent joy, clinging to her last hope she was about to secure.
At her kiss, Brendon’s first instinct was to retreat. A frown creased his brow as unease stirred within him, his body giving the faintest signs of resistance.
At Cloudcrest Estate, a handful of servants whispered eagerly in their quarters about Dylan and Christina.
“Is the beautiful woman Mr. Scott brought back really the future Mrs. Scott?”
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“Of course she is. You can see it plain as day. Mr. Scott never leaves her side, and the way he treats her—he’s never been that gentle with anyone before.”
“The future Mrs. Scott hasn’t come back since she went out, and Mr. Scott’s been locked up in his room. He won’t even eat.”
“I wonder when she’ll return. If she stays away much longer, Mr. Scott might just starve himself.”
“I saw something about the future Mrs. Scott online. She’s incredible! Here, let me show you…”
One of the servants pulled out a phone, quickly finding posts about Christina. “Unbelievable! She’s a shooting champion, a racing legend, a master of piano, a formidable boxer, and even an antique restorer…”
“She is outstanding! She’s brilliant and beautiful—it’s no wonder she won Mr. Scott’s heart.”
“Mr. Scott and she make such a perfect pair. Both are exceptionally striking. Just imagine their children—they’d be outstanding and beautiful too.”
They scrolled through one of Christina’s profiles, marveling aloud and showering her with praise.
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