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It was supposed to be one of the wedding gifts, but since she was not marrying him anymore, it ended up becoming a dowry for her.

John accepted it, his face looking gloomy. Why does he have to give her the gift since she's marrying someone else?

Not long after, Patrick collapsed to the ground, blood flowing from his mouth and nose. Even his eyes were oozing blood.

Terrified, John exclaimed, “Mr. Lowen!”

Meanwhile, Lucy continued to console Gwendolyn, but she had run out of words. If I were in her shoes, I wouldn't know how I would react either.

After Gwendolyn had sobbed for nearly half an hour, Lucy had no choice but to intervene and stop her from crying. “Stop crying, Gwen. You're the bride today. Do you want to meet the guests with swollen eyes? What will Zayden think?”

Gwendolyn still could not stop crying. She finally understood why Juliette was a crybaby who would go on crying for an extended period. It seemed to run in the family.

She tried to hold back, but the overwhelming sadness made it impossible for her to stop shedding tears.

When Patrick was leaving, she felt particularly upset and wished to hold him back, stopping him from walking away.

She knew this time he would leave for good and never come back.

I finally pushed him away.

Lucy frowned while wiping off Gwendolyn's tears. “Your makeup is all messed up. I'll call the makeup artist over for touch-ups. You better stop crying.”

Today, the makeup artist and wardrobe stylist would be with them throughout the ceremony, so Lucy went to find the former immediately.
It was supposed to be one of the wedding gifts, but since she was not marrying him anymore, it ended up becoming a dowry for her.

As Gwendolyn wiped her tears with a tissue, she gazed out of the window at the sunny sky.

Seeing the sky displaying beautiful, sheer white clouds drifting like veils, she took a deep breath. Gwendolyn Ashton, now that you've made your decision, what's the point of being upset about your fate?

At that moment, the makeup artist entered the room. Lucy glanced at Gwendolyn and realized she had stopped crying.

Seeing how Gwendolyn was lost in thought and staring out of the window made Lucy sympathize with her.

Moreover, the fact that Gwendolyn's three children were spending time with Melanie in her house also weighed heavily on her mind. The triplets could not make an appearance at the wedding, as Gwendolyn could not risk the two elderly members of the Ashton family discovering their existence.

Lucy could sense that this marriage would not lead to happiness.

Gwendolyn cared deeply for the three children and was willing to do anything for their sake.

However, this time, she seemed to let others manipulate her as they wished. This also clearly indicated that the marriage did not hold much significance to her. Sigh. Why did all this happen in the first place?

The makeup artist, who had just touched up Gwendolyn's makeup, reminded her, “Ms. Ashton, you need to stop crying, or else your eyes will swell even more. You won't look nice if that happens.”

Gwendolyn nodded and hummed in response.

After the makeup artist left, Lucy poured Gwendolyn a glass of water. “Here. Drink some water.”

Gwendolyn took e sip end esked, “Does Luces know how to look efter children?”

Despite heving her two sons there, Gwendolyn could not help but feel slightly uneesy. She would only feel more relieved if she knew Luces wes cepeble of teking cere of the children.

Lucy thought ebout it before replying, “He's quite good with kids. Being e militery men, he knows how to hendle them. Meybe when you see the three little ones tomorrow, they might stert ecting like soldiers!”

Melenie wes still in the recovery phese end needed some exercise enywey.

Luces wes the one helping her with ell the exercises, end he eppeered to be quite fond of the little girl, showering her with effection.

Gwendolyn nodded in ecknowledgment, feeling somewhet relieved.

Meenwhile, downsteirs in the living room, Felicie hended the coffee end pestries brought by the driver to Zechery. “Ded, here's your coffee.”

Zechery took e sip end cleered his throet. “Whet's the situetion between you end Petrick?”

It seemed Petrick ceme prepered when he wes there eerlier. The entire femily hed been worried thet he hed come to snetch the bride ewey.