Chapter 699: Putting On His Wedding Dress (3)

With Elvis’s promise, Damien stepped down. Elvis looked at Olive; their eyes met. He raised his thin lips and said in a low, charming voice, “Olive, are you here?” A gentle whirlpool quickly formed in Olive’s red eyes. She nodded. “Well, I’m here. You did it on purpose, right?”

Elvis held her hands. “Yes, there’s no such thing as a fake wedding today. This wedding is real. This wedding is mine and yours. Olive, I still owe you a wedding.” He’d taken his time, planning the entire day.

“But… didn’t you say you can’t forgive me?”

“Olive, I already know.”

“Know what?”

“I know everything. I know about your life these past three years. Olive, I’m sorry, I’m late. When you needed me most, I couldn’t be by your side.” Tenderness and distress laced his low voice. Olive shivered. She hadn’t known he knew. She had been strong, pretending she wasn’t in pain, wasn’t afraid. Giving birth, she’d believed she could face loneliness and death calmly, alone.

But hearing his distressed, reproachful voice, her grievances softened, and helplessness surged. Before Elvis Augustine, she’d thought she could handle any scoundrel, but since meeting him, she’d become timid, soft, dependent. His arms were always so comforting; she always longed to lie in his embrace. Elvis looked at her reddened eyes—she was so pitiful.

He slowly knelt, taking a ring from his trousers pocket. “Olive, may I propose to you now?”

“I prepared a speech, but I forgot. It’s our first proposal, and I’m a little nervous, so I hope you can forgive me.”

“Olive, the first time we met on the train in Los Angeles, over four years ago, I fell in love with you at first sight. Before you, I never considered what kind of girl I wanted. After meeting you, I realized you fulfilled all my imaginings. I like everything about you.”

“Because I like you, I don’t want to break up with you. Because I like you, I want a relationship with you. Because I like you, today, I want to make a lifetime promise to you. In the future, we will never part. You are my life. Nothing can replace you. I will hold your hand tightly and lead you to the end of the world.”

Olive’s eyes moistened; tears rolled down her cheeks. Mr. Augustine was actually proposing. She was probably the only person in the world who could make Elvis kneel. The wedding hall was silent. Everyone heard Elvis’s low, charming voice.

“Awwwwwn!” Someone in the audience exclaimed, followed by applause. Tonight’s moon was beautiful. Olive slowly offered her hand. “Mr. Augustine, no matter what happens in the future, I’ll accompany you to the end of time.” This was her promise.

Elvis slipped the ring onto her finger. Suddenly, Joyce’s frightened voice yelled, “Annabelle! Annabelle!” Elvis paused; Olive quickly turned. Annabelle, moments before with Joyce, was gone.

“Mummy, what’s going on? Where’s Aunt Annabelle?” Olive immediately left the stage.

“Annabelle was just here. I was watching your proposal; I didn’t notice her. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared,” Joyce explained.

Alpha approached, his dark eyes sharp. “No need to look for her. Someone took Annabelle. She’s disappeared.” No one expected the wedding of the century to end so unexpectedly.

Elvis glanced at Peterson. “Evacuate the guests first. Levi, Nathan, whoever took your grandmother, I’ll leave it to you two to investigate.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy, this person actually kidnapped Grandma right under our noses! He’s brave. We’ll teach him a lesson,” Levi assured.

Everyone went to the VIP lounge. This was Nathan and Levi’s first team-up. The two quickly tracked a black nanny car.

“Daddy, Mummy, I found her. This nanny car took Grandma away.” Olive saw the license plate and raised her eyebrows. “King Liam! This is the Royal Palace car. The King of Gold City, Liam, secretly took Aunt Annabelle.”

“Liam?” Elvis asked, his eyes conveying an evil aura. “Why did he secretly take my mother away?”

Elvis didn’t know, but Olive suspected. She went to the window, gazing at the distant sky. Liam had apparently discovered Anabelle’s identity. She’d always wanted to protect the mystery of Elvis’s past, but it was unraveling. Greenland and Visionary were locked in a bloody feud. Where would she and Elvis go? The interrupted wedding felt ominous.

Elvis approached, looking at Olive. “Olive, what’s wrong? Do you know something? Are you hiding something from me?”

Olive knew she couldn’t hide it. She looked at Elvis, then Alpha, his gloomy eyes fixed on her. She said softly, “Uncle, do you know who Aunt Annabelle is? Aunt Annabelle isn’t the daughter of the Midas family. She’s the eldest Princess of Greenland.”