Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 586

Olivia Cruise took a moment before answering. Gracefully, she glided to the front and slid into the man’s arms. “Louis, what’s wrong? Why do you always look so absentminded these days?”

Louis Smith lowered his gaze and saw Olivia’s concerned expression, his heart throbbing with guilt that was difficult to break free from.

“I’m alright. Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly.

“Louis, have I done something to upset you? Is there something I’m not doing well enough?” Olivia’s voice trembled as she bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears. Her pitiful and vulnerable expression made one’s heartache. “I used to think that I knew you so well. But I feel like we’re drifting further apart. and this scares me. It feels like I might lose you at any moment now.”

Olivia tightened her grip on Louis’s shirt. Her gentle voice trembled, “Please, be honest with me. Do you regret marrying me…”

Hearing her words, Louis frowned. A sense of guilt quickly overpowered the struggle within his heart.

He was well aware of the sufferings that Olivia had endured during this trying time, and he saw how tirelessly she had worked to keep up with him. Despite her lack of familiarity with the business world. Olivia had enrolled in a finance class and had done everything she could to support him in his pursuit. Even now, she was suppressing her fears and worries while being extra cautious of his well-being. As he reflected on his recent internal struggles, Louis was consumed by guilt and remorse.

Snaking his arm around her slim waist, Louis pulled Olivia closer and whispered reassuringly, “Why would you even think that? Even if we’ve been separated for three years, you’re still the woman I want to marry. So, why would I regret marrying you?”

“Are you sure?” Olivia subconsciously asked.

Louis nodded solemnly as he answered, “I mean it. Stop dwelling on this.”

Hearing his comforting words, Olivia’s eyes brimmed with tears of relief. With a gentle smile on her face, she nestled into his embrace.

Louis held Olivia close. He took a deep breath and silently vowed to dispel his restless thoughts.

He should not have any other thoughts now that they were legally married.

In fact, he would not have been alive today if Olivia had not shielded him with her delicate body during the car accident.

He owed his life to her.

Even if it was a way to repay her kindness, Louis could not disappoint her.

“Would you like anything from this auction? Shall I buy them for you?” Louis asked.

final item the organizers had

any information about it. This piqued everyone’s interest, and all the guests were curious to see what it was. If she could successfully bid for this item, it would be enough to attract everyone’s attention. Olivia’s eyes flickered at the thought. Casting her gaze to conceal her emotions, she murmured with contentment, “You are all

spoke, Olivia leaned in and

he reminisced about their carefree days in university

heart softened as he caressed her cheek lovingly, Gazing at her affectionately,

stubborn. Once I’ve set my eyes on someone, I want

a silly girl,” Louis

hear the host

brief yet meaningful glance before returning to the private

such events” social rules and norms.

such, the first few items were all purchased by bidders planted by the organizers. These bidders saved the organizer’s reputation and prevented an awkward

a genuine effort to bid on

from the 1800s. At the same time. Rachel Grey idly flipped through a booklet until the

host announced, “Next, we have an ivory-craved painter’s brush made with squirrel hair from the 1700s. The brush body measures approximately 8 inches

and heiresses of wealthy families and had little interest in the

the eyes of industry experts, this brush held

price quickly soared to 300 thousand

lifted her sign and raised

bid, Olivia, who was sitting in the private room at the end, hastily raised

painter’s brush held little value to Olivia. However, she could not bear to

Olivia would seize any opportunity to cause problems for

action caught Louis’s

gaze, Olivia’s eyes showed a hint of panic. She quickly explained, “Grandpa Smith always loved these cultural relics, right? I once gave him a fake one at his birthday party, and I’ve felt guilty about it ever since. So, I want to bid for this one

gaze softened upon hearing her

suspicion

a sigh of relief

followed Rachel closely, raising the bid higher each time. It was as if the

that