Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 381 - 380 Wedding: Please Advise Me for the Rest of My Life (3 more updates)

Chapter 381: 380 Wedding: Please Advise Me for the Rest of My Life (3 more updates)

From her perspective as a designer with discerning aesthetic tastes,

This young lady had a well-proportioned figure and facial features.

Dressed in a light blue sweater dress, her arms draped in a down jacket and scarf, her waist seemed delicately slender and graceful. There appeared to be redness around her eyes, which, though concealed with makeup, could not hide the bloodshot streaks. Upon closer inspection, every detail seemed gentle and exquisite.

She was just too beautiful, but lifelessly so, like a porcelain doll.

Following behind her parents, she greeted Mr. and Mrs. Brock Hale with an overly soft face, smiling faintly, without any aggression, yet stunningly beautiful.

Compared to her, the Second Miss Jones at her side was wearing heavy makeup.

Proud as can be!

"Shameless, stealing her sister’s fiancé and still strutting around, daring to show her face," onlookers inevitably whispered and pointed.

"Miss Jones is truly pitiful."

"She’s probably just putting on a brave face. Given her reddened eyes, she must have cried a lot at home."

"How could the Second Miss Jones have the nerve to come?"

...

Even as people poked fun at her, she didn’t care.

To speak unpleasant truths, among all the high-society ladies present, which one hadn’t used some means to climb the social ladder?

To survive in this circle, one must have a thick skin!

As long as she can truly marry into the Jeans family and become the young mistress of the Jeans, who would care about the process!

It’s only the unloved who become mistresses!

She snorted and cast a glance at her own sister before turning to speak with her friends in the circle.

Miss Jones, seemingly without many acquaintances and with Mr. and Mrs. Jones off conversing, stood rooted to the spot, unsure of where to sit, appearing rather constrained and awkward.

Hannah Johnson was a person with a sense of justice, and because of her father, she despised mistresses. She glanced at Wyatt Hale not far away and gestured him over with a finger hook.

The obedient Puppy immediately came running, "Sis, what’s up?"

"Invite Miss Jones over, please. Tell her I’d like to offer her a cup of tea."

"The Jones..."

Wyatt Hale was efficient with tasks. He immediately brought her over. As they were not acquainted, the encounter was somewhat awkward.

"Don’t be nervous," Hannah smiled. "You can sit here tonight."

"This..."

There were many guests that evening. Though the Jones family had some money, they weren’t significant in Capital City. While invited, their seats were arranged toward the back. Hannah’s table was particularly close to the main table, with the seats occupied by close relatives of Mr. Hale. It didn’t feel appropriate for her to sit there.

"What’s the matter? Do you disdain me? Don’t want to share a table with me?" Hannah asked with a smile.

"No, not at all."

"Then, please sit down."

Hannah intentionally made this offer for others to see.

Sure enough, Second Miss Jones turned pale.

When did her sister get to know Hannah Johnson? That was a circle she herself had failed to break into, despite her efforts.

Seems she even befriended Finn Hale’s newly-made girlfriend...

How lucky she is!

Soon, the Jeans family arrived and were surprised to see her next to Hannah, but did not dare to ask more.

Tim Payne had just finished greeting a group of guests and was leading his relatives to their seats. Upon seeing the person next to Hannah, he too was inwardly surprised, but his face betrayed nothing.

However, as he passed by the two, he heard Hannah say:

"...Miss Jones, indecision only leads to chaos. Some matches are not meant to be, it’s best to extricate yourself in time."

"Thank you for the advice." Her response was soft-spoken, the epitome of gentleness.

This demeanor surely invited others to take advantage of her.

Tim chuckled inwardly:

This little vixen is quite the actress.

She doesn’t need your persuasion, she’s likely been biding her time with schemes up her sleeve.

However, Tim was too preoccupied to concern himself with her, with all his thoughts on his sister’s wedding. As guests settled in their seats one after another and the lights dimmed,

the wedding was about to begin.

**

Zoe Payne had already changed into her dress, stepping into the venue to the tune of the wedding march.

She gently held onto her father’s arm, Mario Payne also in full dress for the occasion, fresh hair dye making him look particularly spirited. But with the surrounding lights dimming, all the spotlight focused on the father and daughter, as if...

The whole world was left with just the two of them.

Mario Payne fondly recalled the scenes of his daughter learning to walk.

Barely able to take two steps, the little girl was eager to run, but ended up tumbling over.

After that, she dared not walk again for three days.

It wasn’t until he held her hand that she gingerly trod carefully...

Today, he has to dress up and hand her over to another man.

His heart stirred,

and he couldn’t stop the tears any longer.

At the end of the red carpet, William Hale, dressed in a suit, had been waiting for a long time, in a tailored handmade suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs, with a lapel chain and a four-in-hand knot, pristine and noble.

He is inherent like frost and snow, but now has also been tinged with the world’s earthliness.

His deep-set eyes and smiling lips.

Mario solemnly entrusted his daughter’s hand to him, advising, "Take good care of her."

"I will."

The two, side by side and arm in arm, turn and walk towards the stage.

Mario stood still for a moment, watching the two slowly walk away before he turned and walked into the darkness alone.

As parents, even if it’s hard to let go, it’s time to wish them well and gracefully exit...

Children will eventually move towards their own happiness.

On the stage, Zoe Payne wore a white strapless wedding dress, exposing her beautiful collarbone and swan neck, with a voluminous skirt design that trailed into a long sweeping train.

When the wedding emcee announced they could kiss the bride, Wyatt Hale lifted her veil.

He leaned down, cradling her face,

and gently drew closer.

It was probably the angle, as many couldn’t see the kiss – Michale Shaw was unhappy, purposely teasing, "Didn’t see it, another kiss, another one..."

Finn Hale, speechless, "Haven’t you been kissed before? Why the fuss."

"Actually, I haven’t."

"Get lost, didn’t you forcibly kiss a man while drunk... mmm—" Before his bad friend could speak again, he was forcefully silenced by Michale.

Wyatt Hale completely ignored the teasing of the crowd below, just tenderly helping her adjust her veil.

He kissed her forehead:

"Mrs. Hale..."

"For the rest of our lives, please give me your guidance."

The two exchanged rings, committing to each other before friends and family, vowing to share life and death, to go hand in hand for a lifetime.

Brock Hale felt it the deepest:

Eva’s spirit in heaven, if she saw her son getting married, would surely be comforted.

After that, it was time for the relatives and friends to make speeches.

It was Old Sir Hale’s turn.

He started writing drafts half a month in advance, and didn’t sleep at all last night, repeatedly refining and revising. He spoke so passionately that he even moved himself deeply.

When he stepped down, Finn handed him a tissue, "Wipe it off."

"I’m not crying, wipe what!"

But the old man’s eyes were indeed red.

He really had his favorites, especially William Hale among all his grandchildren, since his mother died young and he had grown up by his side, sharing a deep bond.

Finn laughed softly, "Stubborn."

"Unfilial son! Today is William’s wedding, can’t you say something nice."

"I wish you a long life, happiness as vast as the Easter Sea, longevity beyond the Southern Mountains."

"..."

Old Sir Hale was furious; the words seemed off.

It felt like the boy was cursing him.

Quickly, it was time for the bouquet toss.

Hannah was already pregnant and naturally wouldn’t compete with the young girls. Everyone tacitly hoped to toss the bouquet to Sussie Lopez, now everyone was looking forward to her and her boyfriend getting together soon.

The Hale Family was also hoping she would settle down with Finn soon.

Zoe aimed for the target when she threw...

But wearing a heavy wedding dress, she inevitably missed the mark.

The bouquet was indeed thrown towards Sussie’s direction,

but it veered off,

and ultimately, landed in the arms of Eldest Miss Jones from the neighboring family.

Holding the bouquet, the girl was somewhat stunned, seemingly dazed by the sudden blessing that had hit her.