Favo Novel
Chapter 856
Chapter 856
Chapter 856 His Wedding Gift
Evie blinked her eyes and instantly grasped the meaning of the phrase in return. The rosy blush on her cheeks became more apparent, displaying her embarrassment. She hastily attempted to retreat and escape, but a hand swiftly grasped her slender waist. “Where are you running off to when we agreed on reciprocity?” “When did I ever agree to reciprocity with you?” Stephen fell momentarily silent as if contemplating and pondering. After a brief moment, he earnestly said, All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
“You’re right. We never actually agreed on reciprocity.” Zayla, hiding by the window, felt weak at the knees, and her mind filled with astonishment. She thought, “Stephen, are you clueless or what? Can’t you understand anything? If she didn’t agree, then forget it. You’re her husband. Go on! Just forcibly kiss her! It’s so exasperating!” Zayla wanted to press their heads together and make them kiss already. Was it really that difficult? She sighed helplessly. Suddenly, Stephen’s voice resounded. “So, I now solemnly propose a discussion about reciprocity. What do you say?” Holy cow! Zayla instantly jolted. She thought, “I never expected Stephen to be so smooth-tongued. It was my mistake!” She secretly peeked from the window and saw Evie looking unsure.
What if I don’t agree?” Evie faint smile appearing on her face. “Not agreeing is also fine. It’s your freedom and your right.” He chuckled softly. Just as he finished speaking, he swiftly changed the subject… “But it’s also my right to do something bad.” Evie stood there, stunned. Stephen looked down and kissed her lips, not allowing her any chance to escape. Zayla, who was spying, burst into Taughter. Until Henric’s untimely exclamation! “Zayla! What are you looking at by the window? You’re wrinkling the wedding dress!” The window was slightly ajar, and Henric’s voice carried outside! Zayla barely had time to cover Henric’s mouth!
The two kissing individuals naturally separated immediately, but Stephen’s hand still held onto Evie’s. He did not allow her to shyly run away. Even if they weren’t married yet, they were a properly engaged couple. Wasn’t a quick kiss normal? Although they parted quickly, Henric caught a glimpse,
immediately exclaiming. “Oh my, why are you holding onto the wedding dress? Turns out you were watching them kiss!” Zayla was utterly speechless. Linda was also speechless. She glanced at Henric and said, “If you don’t speak, no one will mistake you for a mute. I think you’re just envious of the affection between an engaged couple, trying to ruin the atmosphere here!”
Henric wasn’t one to be trifled with and retorted, “I noticed the dress was wrinkled! And Lalso have my dear one, so what’s there to envy? I think it’s you who has no boyfriend, so you are envious.” Linda didn’t back down and countered, “Yes, I envy you. I’ll have my paparazzi follow you around and purposely disrupt your dates with your dear one!” Henric crossed his arms, huffing. “The old saying is indeed true!” “What old saying? What did it say?” “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!” Henric was the only man in this dressing room! Upon hearing his words, everyone looked at him in unison. Henric trembled, feeling the intensity of death stares! A chill ran down his spine. He turned around and saw Stephen’s gaze! He couldn’t care less about others, but when it came to Evie and Zayla being maliciously spoken of, he couldn’t just let it slide!
“Henric, should I relay what you just said to Lincoln?” Henric was terrified in his heart! If Lincoln, the husband doting madly on his wife, found out, wouldn’t he break Henric’s legs? Even if he had his dear one’s support, it was difficult for his dear one to help him from a faraway distance! In the next second, Henric meekly looked down. Suddenly, a knocking sound echoed through the room. “Aunt Zayla, are you there?” Was that Ophelia’s voice? Linda opened the door, seeing Ophelia standing outside in a lemon-yellow dress with a beaming smile. “Aunt Zayla, can I take a few minutes of your time?” “Of course.” Zayla stepped forward, noticing a large box next to Ophelia appearing quite valuable. “Aunt Zayla, this is Simon’s wedding gift for you.”