Winning Her Heart Back

 The Bride

Charles took the photographs and examined them. "Wow, he's incredibly young. Is he even 20?"

"21," Beathan replied.

Charles roared with laughter. "He's too young. I doubt Ms. Hoven would like someone like him, even if she were reborn."

Emelie was mature, aloof, and quite domineering. However, not all domineering women would date younger men. She seemed more suited to someone with a stronger presence.

Beathan shook his head. "What's strange is that we couldn't find any photos of Ms. Themis no matter how hard we looked."

Charles glanced at Elias. "Perhaps they're afraid of being targeted by other Sorrel family members if she was exposed prematurely, so they're waiting until the wedding to reveal everything."

Elias took a sip of his drink. Over the years, he had become much quieter and didn't joke around much anymore. It was understandable, given Ashley's continued slumber.

Beathan was also silent. The atmosphere turned inexplicably somber.

After a long while, Bryan approached the subject again. "After the wedding, let's find a time to discuss cooperation with the Aurora Group. We've invested heavily in the Xanther Group over the years. Our fates are intertwined with the company's. Hmm? Sam?"

Bryan suddenly spotted his younger brother among the guests and was surprised. What was he doing there?

Given Samuel's current identity, he needed to report his travels. It was unlikely he would go through so much trouble just to attend a wedding, unless the bride or groom was someone he knew. His appearance reignited the previously waning suspicion that Themis might be Emelie.

Bryan wanted to go after Samuel and question him. But at that moment, music began playing in the banquet hall. The ceremony was starting.

The host on stage announced the bride and groom's arrival, and the golden doors at the end of the red carpet slowly opened.

The man they had mocked as a child emerged, dressed in a black tailcoat. He was escorting a woman in a mint green wedding dress down the aisle.

The woman's wedding dress, which was a mint green gradient, was exquisite. The puffy skirt resembled a blooming lily of the valley, or one of hydrangeas in the hall. It was stunning.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

However, this dress was familiar to all five men at the table.

While other similarities like preferences or hydrangeas could be attributed to coincidence, this identical wedding dress was concrete proof.

It was the same dress Emelie had worn.

The bride wore a veil on her face and another veil on her head. The two layers of veils obscured her face, but her figure still resembled Emelie's greatly.

This was too much of a coincidence. There were too many similarities to simply dismiss it as mere chance

occurrences.

Charles, Bryan, and Beathan all wore grim expressions.

Only William remained expressionless. He was absolutely certain that the bride wasn't Emelie. He knew her well enough to know she would never marry such an ordinary-looking man. Even with the mounting evidence, he still didn't think it was her.

His certainty stemmed from the belief that Emelie would never marry another man so easily. Therefore, it couldn't be her.

As the groom and bride approached the officiant, each step forward solidified their marriage. William, holding a wine glass, took a sip. He was still unconvinced that the bride was Emelie.

When the bride passed by in front of him, William noticed the Eros ring on her ring finger. His certainty shattered like a river crushing a dam, and he stood up abruptly.

Elias, seated beside him, was caught off guard. By the time he regained his senses, William had already climbed up the stage and grabbed the bride's wrist.

"How dare you!" William said.