The wedding was about to begin, but the staff couldn’t find Adrian Desmond. Walter Klein hurried out to look for him and unexpectedly found him in the hotel’s safety passage. "Sixth Master, the ceremony is about to start, and the Wedding Planning Company’s staff are looking for you." Walter walked over and saw Paige Desmond chatting with Adrian. Paige heard him and turned her head. Walter’s gaze darkened slightly as he greeted her respectfully, "Miss." Even though Paige had married, the Desmond Family still habitually called her "Miss," the same way she was addressed when she lived in the family home. "Walter, long time no see! You’ve gotten more handsome. Brother, why don’t you give him to me? I’ll castrate him and take him to the palace." Walter suddenly felt an intense pain in his groin. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn’t reply; he knew Adrian wouldn’t let Miss Desmond act so recklessly. "Young lady, watch what you say. With that mouth of yours, there’s nothing you wouldn’t dare to say," Adrian’s tone held no trace of reprimand, only an undeniable indulgence. In this world, besides Sienna Johnson, only Paige Desmond received such treatment from Adrian. "Malik says he likes my straightforward personality, that I say whatever is on my mind. Brother, don’t you like it?" "It doesn’t matter if you don’t like it, as long as Malik does." Adrian’s heart ached. It felt as if the daughter he had painstakingly raised had been snatched away by another man. "Sixth Master, it’s about to start. You need to go over now." Adrian’s heart sank. With so many guests waiting outside, he couldn’t avoid this even if he wanted to. Sighing, he said to Walter, "Let’s go." Melanie Carpenter’s chin lifted slightly, her clear eyes illuminated by the scene before her. She saw snowflakes fluttering down at the wedding venue. The entire wedding scene was enveloped in a fairy-tale atmosphere due to the cascading snow, creating a dreamy, romantic ambiance. "Cousin, it’s so beautiful!" Bella Ford couldn’t help but exclaim. Melanie loved snow, but it had never snowed where she lived. She hadn’t expected Adrian to go to such lengths for her, even if the snow was artificial. Adrian, however, was in an entirely different mood. "What is this stuff?" Adrian asked Walter beside him, clearly displeased by the white flecks clinging to his suit. He tried to brush them off, but they seemed sticky and wouldn’t budge. "Sixth Master, this is artificial snow." "What’s the point of this?" Walter coughed softly and explained, "It was an idea from the Wedding Planning Company. Miss Carpenter loves snow, so they specifically arranged for snow at the wedding to help her realize her dream." Do all women kind of thing? When he got back, he would ask that woman—Sienna—what she liked, what kind of wedding she wanted. He would make it unforgettable for her too. "Cousin, Sixth Brother is here." Bella Ford spotted Adrian standing proudly in the distance. He was dressed in a dark suit, his tall, imposing figure like a finely sculpted statue. Melanie saw Adrian, her eyes brimming with shyness and happiness. She walked lightly towards him, came to his side, and then gently looped her arm through his. "Sixth Brother, thank you. I love it." She smiled, her joyful silhouette moving in time with his steps. Outside, the sky was clear, but inside, snowflakes danced through the air. "...For our honeymoon, can we go somewhere with snow? I want to see what real snow looks like." She reached out, catching a snowflake. Unfortunately, it lacked the coldness of real snow. "Mai is pregnant; I can’t go on a honeymoon with you. If there’s somewhere you want to go, tell Walter, and he’ll arrange it." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel~fire~net The snow was beautiful, but fake was fake—just like the wedding Adrian was giving her. It was beautiful, yes, but how much genuine feeling had Adrian actually invested in it? "Sixth Brother, I’m only getting married once in my life. It’s my only honeymoon. Can’t you grant me this?" Noticing the sorrow and disappointment on her face, Adrian leaned in and whispered in her ear, "We’ll discuss it later." To outsiders, the gesture appeared extremely intimate. A long red carpet was strewn with rose petals. Melanie’s father had passed away long ago, so there was no one to accompany her down this aisle. "If only Father were here," Melanie whispered. Adrian’s heart grew heavy as well. His uncle had been very kind to him when he was young. Thinking of his deceased uncle, Adrian’s tone softened considerably. "They’ll be watching over you from heaven." "Yes," Melanie nodded firmly, her eyes glistening with tears. Melanie followed Adrian onto the stage, and the wedding ceremony officially began. Following the priest’s recitation of vows and promises, Adrian slowly slid an exquisitely designed diamond ring onto Melanie’s finger. A cool sensation touched her skin as she looked down at the captivatingly handsome face before her and cautiously asked, "Sixth Brother, will you be good to me for our whole lives?" "Yes," he replied without hesitation. Even if he hadn’t married her, he would still have treated her well for her entire life. But what Melanie truly wanted was something he could never give her. And what that other woman, Sienna, wanted—he couldn’t give that to her either. He was fated to disappoint two women in this lifetime. "Sixth Brother, I will love you! I will love you with my life!" Melanie gripped the royal blue velvet ring box, her hand trembling slightly. After taking out the ring, she moved to place it on the man’s finger. But when she saw the ring already on the ring finger of his right hand, her face instantly turned deathly pale. Even on their wedding day, he hadn’t forgotten to wear the ring Mai had given him. "This hand," Adrian extended his left hand. The ring finger of his right hand already bore a ring—a testament to Sienna Johnson’s presence. Melanie swallowed her anguish and slowly slipped the ring onto his left ring finger. This was fine too, she told herself; she knew she could never be Adrian’s one and only. The cool metal slid onto his finger. Adrian seemed lost in thought, his mind completely consumed by images of that woman. He felt as if he were merely completing an assignment. Once the wedding concluded, his task would be finished. Then he could shed this suit and go home to Sienna and their child. He wondered if their son had been well-behaved today, or if he had kicked her belly again, causing her pain. "The groom may now kiss the bride..." After the priest spoke, Adrian remained unresponsive for a long moment. "The groom may now kiss the bride..." Melanie also noticed Adrian was distracted. "Sixth Brother..." She nudged him. Adrian finally snapped back to reality. "What’s wrong?" How could Melanie bring herself to utter the words, ’The groom may kiss the bride’? She shyly lowered her head, her face flushing as crimson as the evening sky. The priest was rendered speechless. This was the first time he had ever encountered a groom so distracted during his own wedding ceremony. Was the groom genuinely committed to marrying the bride? "The groom may now kiss the bride..."