The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 1182

When Patricia saw that her son had laid his eyes on Bastien's soon-to-be wife, she followed his gaze.

“Rumors have it that Ms. Lovas has always been sickly, so she hardly makes appearances at events. However, now that I've seen her in person, she doesn't seem as weak as the rumors claim.” She took a sip of her wine and continued, “I was not expecting my first meeting with Ms. Lovas to be on such a formal occasion. The Lovas family sure hid their daughter well over the years.”

Frowning, Daniel looked at Bastien and the woman beside him from a distance before shaking his head.

“I saw Lunetta once when she was still a child. Indeed, she was sickly, always looking fragile and vulnerable. The confidence and composure she displays now are non-existent back then.” He got a little confused as he continued, “Her appearance barely changed, but it's puzzling how there's a drastic change in her bearing. It feels like she's turned into a different person!”

Patricia gave it a thought and commented, “Perhaps that's the magic of puberty!”

The conversation between the couple caused Jerome, who had been quiet the whole time, to have a lightbulb moment.

There's no way a young girl who's been kept at home all this while can have such a bearing. Given today's technology, it's not difficult to alter her appearance to look like Natalie. Yara was the perfect example of someone who resembled Natalie without needing to undergo cosmetic surgery. However, even Yara, Natalie's twin sister, failed to imitate Natalie's bearing, let alone a woman who wasn't related to Natalie by blood!

“Jerome, come with me to greet others.” Daniel patted Jerome on the shoulder, gesturing for him follow him.

However, the latter stood unmoving in the same spot with his dark brows knitted tightly together.

“Jerome, did you not hear me?” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Father, I suddenly remember I have something else to do.” Jerome placed his half-empty wine glass on the table next to him before turning around to walk away.

Daniel's expression stiffened. “He—”

That time around, it was his wife's turn to console him. “Don't be too hard on him. Natalie's death dealt him a great blow. Let's give him some space to grieve. I believe Natalie will watch him from the heavens and keep him safe.”

As Jerome left in a hurry, he accidentally bumped into Helma, making her spill some of her wine.

Instinctively, he apologized to her. “I'm sorry.”

Helma tidied her dress and said flatly, “It's fine.”

After he walked away, she took a new glass of wine.

It was not that she did not care about the wine splashing on the hem of her dress, but the soon-to-be- held wedding occupied her mind entirely. Upon seeing that the man beside her was still calmly sipping his wine, she could not help asking anxiously in a soft voice, “You said you could help me, but how exactly are you going to achieve that?”

Helma was running out of patience.

Once Bastien and Lunetta went through all the procedures of the wedding in the presence of the king, she would no longer have a chance to be with Bastien. Hence, the man next to her was her only shot at turning the tables around.

Geert, who had awakened his alternate personality as King, swirled the glass of wine in his hand, but his eyes were fixated on the empty throne in the middle of the stage.

“What's the hurry? Everyone has yet to gather here, so how can we start this grand show so soon? It's only meaningful to take our time and start it once everyone's here.” A bloodthirsty glint shone in King's eyes. It was as if the red drink in his glass was not wine but human blood.

Helma could barely sit around idly any longer, but she knew she could not make any progress by herself so long as the man beside her had yet to give her the green light.

Hence, she could only stare intently at the woman standing next to Bastien on the stage.

However, when she observed the woman for a sufficiently long time, she suddenly realized that the latter seemed to be staring unblinkingly at Samuel.