Andrew, satisfied, took her hand and said, "Let's go, Lydia, don't keep the designer waiting!"Lydia, reluctantly, was led out of the café by Andrew. Meanwhile, Wythe's cunning gaze fell on their joined hands, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he pursed his lips, lost in thought.What Lydia and Andrew didn't know was that just around the corner in a black Bentley, Bob was faithfully reporting the situation."Boss, Andrew and Lydia have left the café. Should we continue following them?"Lambert was silent for a long time before his hoarse but determined voice came through, "Follow them!"Bob quickly followed. Twenty minutes later, Lambert received the news that Lydia and Andrew had entered a bridal shop.His heart sank to the bottom, and then was filled with the flames of anger, making him increasingly irritable. "They went to a bridal shop?""Yes, from their conversation, it sounds like they are planning to get
Andrew didn’t insist. Somehow, he managed to convince his parents to let Lydia go directly to the hotel with him. Thera had also arrived early. As the bridesmaid, she naturally stayed close to Lydia. Lydia looked at her reflection in the mirror, feeling a bit dazed.Under the makeup artist’s skillful hands, Lydia’s originally delicate face became even more radiant. Her long eyelashes fluttered like little fans, creating ripples in one’s heart. Her glassy eyes, though confused, added a touch of softness, making it hard to look away."You look stunning, Lydia!" Thera couldn't help but praise, causing Lydia to blush."Thera, stop joking. You know the truth behind all this...""No matter the reason, beautiful is beautiful. Speaking of which, we didn’t know each other during your previous engagements, so I couldn't be your bridesmaid. I’m quite happy to have this chance now."Faced with Thera’s teasing, Lydia fe
Chad gently reassured his wife, "Don't worry, they're probably stuck in traffic. Andrew called earlier and said they'd be here soon."Clara eagerly looked forward to the arrival of her son and his wife, hoping to put her mind at ease.Meanwhile, across the street, a black Bentley was parked, its occupants also waiting for the wedding car to arrive. Lambert tugged at his collar in agitation, his furrowed brow indicating his foul mood. Bob sat silently beside him, not daring to make a sound for fear of provoking his boss's ire."Why aren't they here yet?" Lambert asked coldly.Bob started, then quickly replied, "They must have been delayed on the road."Lambert frowned but said nothing more, closing his eyes as if to rest. Bob noted the deep exhaustion on his boss's face and sighed; it seemed Lambert hadn't slept at all last night.At 9:10, the motorcade finally appeared, the lead wedding car pulling up to the hotel entrance. Andrew was the first to step out, a slight smile on his face,
However, Lambert was fully aware that he currently lacked any qualifications for such a demand. He took a deep breath and locked eyes with Lydia, his gaze intense. "Who you marry is none of my business, but since you're getting married, Wythe's custody should be given to me!"Bob, standing a short distance behind Lambert, was at a loss for words. Internally, he rolled his eyes and thought, "Boss, do you have to be so prideful? If you care, just say it. If it doesn't matter to you, then why are you here? Sightseeing? You're shouting that it doesn't matter, but secretly you're heartbroken. This really doesn't suit you, Boss!"Despite his internal complaints, Bob knew better than to interfere in his boss's personal affairs, so he could only stand on the sidelines, anxious but silent.Hearing Lambert's demand for custody, Lydia couldn't hold back her anger. She bit her lip, her eyes blazing with fury. "Lambert, can you be any more shameless? The divorce agreement was clear—I left with not
Bob saw the situation getting out of hand and quickly stepped forward to pull Lambert away. "Boss, let's go back," he urged. Lambert, in a daze, allowed Bob to lead him out of the crowd. He watched as the master of ceremonies stepped forward again to encourage the newlyweds to kiss. Through his blurry vision, he saw Andrew smile as he kissed the corner of Lydia's mouth, and then everything went black.When Lambert woke up, he found himself in a hospital room with white walls, the IV drip in his hand reminding him of his location. Still somewhat dazed, he felt as if everything that had happened was a nightmare. He hadn't seen Lydia and Andrew kissing with radiant smiles, but he knew it was real.Lambert stared blankly at the ceiling lights. The harsh glare made his eyes dry and painful, and cold, bitter tears rolled down his cheeks without him noticing."Boss, you're finally awake. You scared me to death!" Bob's voice brought him back to reality. Bob was approaching with a lunchbox, fo
Even though it was just an engagement, Clara still specially decorated a new room for them. Traditional red sheets, paired with various matching decorations, gave the room a wedding-like atmosphere. The only thing missing was the mutual understanding between the two people in the room."Lydia, you must be tired. Go take a bath first."Andrew's tone was natural and gentle, soothing Lydia's emotions as if he had done this countless times before. Lydia didn't think too much about it. After all, they had shared a room before, and she trusted Andrew deeply. She believed this man would never hurt her.Lydia rubbed her slightly aching forehead and obediently went into the bathroom. Hearing the sound of water, Andrew's slightly inebriated eyes darkened. He unconsciously tugged at his collar, sitting quietly on the sofa, though his heart felt like it was burning with fire.Moments later, Lydia came out, wearing a relatively modest blue nightgown. Her long black hair was draped behind her, and
Lydia frowned deeply, contemplating how to start. After her initial panic, she had completely calmed down. Andrew probably didn’t mean it, which is why he fled to the bathroom in a panic after she resisted, even slapping himself hard. That red mark looked painful even to her."Andrew, I’ll consider what happened as you being drunk. I don't want to hold it against you, but I hope it never happens again!"Andrew nodded, "I'm sorry, Lydia. I was indeed a bit drunk today and almost did something bad to you. Please forgive me."Andrew's sincere apology made Lydia nod slightly. "I understand. I won't hold it against you anymore. Andrew, it would be best if you also forget it. Additionally, I want to talk to you about something else.""What is it?""Andrew, I initially agreed to be your girlfriend to put Auntie Chen at ease for her surgery. But now, things have turned out like this, which neither of us wanted. In fact, I don’t want to deceive her any longer. So, I’ve decided to tell her the
Lennon continued, "Lambert, you know our family runs an entertainment company. I've seen countless breakups and reconciliations. In my opinion, Lydia may not have lost all feelings for you, and in some ways, she isn't that kind of woman."Lambert looked up, hesitating. Could it be true? Perhaps there was another reason behind Lydia and Andrew's engagement? Thinking about it carefully, if Lydia had agreed to Andrew, she wouldn't have waited until now, nor would she have rushed into an engagement.Could there be a reason he was unaware of?Sometimes, people in the situation can't see things clearly. Once Lambert completely calmed down and looked at Lydia's situation from a different perspective, he noticed many oddities.Seeing Lambert's confused eyes replaced with determination, Lennon and Horace exchanged glances, knowing their friend had finally come around.Lennon patted Lambert on the shoulder, "Lambert, it's good you've figured things out. No matter what, we'll always be on your s
"Lambert, at this rate, you could almost switch careers to become a nanny!" Horace teased, noticing how expertly Lambert cradled the baby.Unfazed by his friend's jest, Lambert beamed with happiness. "You wouldn't understand if you don't have kids. Once you get married, you'll know. This is my legacy, and I didn't get to care for Wythe when he was a baby, so I'm determined to be hands-on with Candice."No one could truly grasp this sense of compensation!Horace rolled his eyes, clearly at a loss for words. It was pointless to engage with someone so enamored with fatherhood.While the men gathered to chat, Thera leaned closer to Lydia and whispered, "So, Lydia, are you really back together with Lambert?"Lydia nodded. "Yeah. After everything that happened, I realized I need to cherish every single day. And Lambert is sincere—I can feel it.""That's great!" Thera sighed in relief, finally putting her worries to rest."What about you, Thera? I see you and Andrew getting along quite well!
At this moment, Lambert felt completely at ease. It seemed that Lydia's earlier words were not just talk; she was genuinely ready to give them a chance!A smile crept onto Lambert's lips, but there was no time to think of anything else; he needed to take care of their baby, Wythe. Thanks to the maternal training classes he had attended with Lydia, he had learned a lot about caring for newborns. Gently, he picked up his daughter and quickly checked her diaper, only to find that she had wet it.With nimble hands, he changed her diaper, and the little one fell back asleep. Looking at her innocent face, Lambert's heart melted. This was his child, the result of his and Lydia's love.The baby slept soundly, and Wythe had been temporarily taken away by Bob, who had come to deliver some items. Now, only Lambert and Lydia remained in the room, but Lydia, having slept quite a bit earlier, was no longer drowsy."Are you still feeling unwell?" Seeing Lydia frown slightly, Lambert asked with conce
Lambert glanced at his son's disapproving expression and was momentarily at a loss. "Wythe, you might've looked even more wrinkled than her when you were born, yet look at you now—a handsome young man," he teased, smiling at his daughter. Though wrinkly, he found her to be the most beautiful and precious little girl.Wythe huffed proudly, his lips in a slight pout. "I wasn't this ugly! Besides, you didn't see me when I was a baby." A hint of sadness crossed his face; he hadn't been as lucky as his sister—he hadn't had his dad by his side when he was born.Hearing the touch of bitterness in his son's voice, Lambert immediately understood. Wythe was jealous, understandably so. For all his maturity, Wythe was still just a child. For his first five or six years, he had only his mother and no father. He often envied kids with both parents, and when Lydia finally returned home, her on-again, off-again relationship with Lambert had left Wythe hurt and forced him to grow up faster than other
Lambert paced restlessly in the hallway, nearly losing his mind. Every moment was agonizing, with Lydia's screams from the delivery room piercing his heart. He prided himself on being strong, yet in that instant, he felt an overwhelming urge to flee, especially as her cries of pain echoed through. Angry at himself, he slapped his own face—Lydia was suffering because of him, and he'd never realized how terrifying childbirth could be."Calm down. This is what childbirth is like," a woman nearby said kindly. She was the mother of a little girl, and both she and her husband couldn't help but notice how visibly nervous Lambert was. "You've been through this once before, so you should be able to handle it," she added."Why isn't it over yet? Is she in danger?" Lambert's mind was in turmoil, fighting the urge to rush inside and see Lydia himself.The little girl's father stepped in, attempting to reassure him. "You and your family will be just fine," he said. The man recalled his own frantic
At that moment, Lydia was on the verge of total collapse, as if her entire world had crumbled in an instant, and sorrow overwhelmed her.What had she done? What had she been doing these past days?She had been recklessly indulging in Lambert's affection, without any sense of gratitude or restraint. Now, she regretted her actions deeply. If only she had known this day would come, she would never have argued with Lambert or dismissed his love and efforts out of a misguided sense of pride.All she wanted was for him to be safe, to live happily with her and their children, never to be apart.Lydia's vision blurred as she stood in shock, unable to step closer to the crowd to confirm what had happened. But through a gap, she caught sight of a blood-red stain spreading across the ground. The sight was so jarring that it felt as though her heart had been ripped out of her chest."Mom, are you okay?"Wythe ran over, panting, to see Lydia sitting dazed on the ground, staring at the red stain in
Lambert's words made Wythe roll his eyes, secretly exasperated. What was going on with his dad? Wasn't everything decided? Why was he suddenly backing out at the last moment?Men! Their thoughts are just impossible to figure out!Lambert had indeed changed his mind unexpectedly. He didn't want to deceive Lydia, even if it was just a harmless joke. Something about it felt wrong. Even if it was to bring them closer, lying to her didn't seem right.Wythe's plan had been simple he wanted Lambert to stage an accident, making it seem like he'd been hit by a car. He was certain his mom would show her true feelings; if she still cared for him, there was no way she'd just stand by. It was a good plan, but now that the moment had come, Lambert didn't want to test Lydia this way.People's feelings shouldn't be tested.Wythe grew increasingly anxious. They'd prepared everything, but now his dad was retreating? That wasn't like him at all! Taking advantage of n
Half a month had passed since Lydia's last check-up. Lambert continued caring for Lydia with the same attentiveness, unbothered by her cold attitude towards him. Although her indifference saddened him, he was undeterred; his determination grew in the face of difficulty, a testament to his personality.But little Wythe had had enough. He felt it was time to give his parents a nudge towards reconciliation. Yes, it was his turn to step up!So, one morning, when Lambert went out early to buy groceries as usual, Wythe found an excuse to tag along. Lydia didn't think much of it; over time, she had noticed Lambert's earnest efforts and couldn't deny feeling somewhat touched, even if her heart remained conflicted. Deep down, she feared reopening herself to love, only to be hurt again.After all, "Once bitten, twice shy," as they say. Lydia never saw herself as particularly brave—in fact, in love, she was timid and afraid. She longed for a peaceful, uncomplicated l
Once, Lydia believed she and Lambert would grow old together, inseparable and loyal. But her genuine love had only brought repeated hurt and disappointment. That's why she had fled Nova City, leaving behind everyone she knew, so this time, she refused to open her heart again.Lambert sighed, his tone gentle. He knew Lydia wouldn't easily open up to him again, but he didn't mind; he was willing to wait. Determined, he led her to the prenatal clinic, aware of the many tests ahead—ultrasounds, blood tests, monitoring the baby's heartbeat—a series of over ten examinations. Each department was exceptionally busy, requiring an immense amount of patience.Throughout, Lambert remained unwaveringly attentive, showing no sign of impatience. He stayed by Lydia's side with the eager anticipation of any expectant father, his heart fully in it.Before the ultrasound, Lydia needed to drink water, but Lambert, inexperienced in these matters, hadn't prepared any. She didn't feel inclined to remind him
Happiness, it seems, makes people wish the same for those around them. Like the husband in the next hospital bed—he had the sense to keep quiet the moment he sensed the tension between Lydia and Lambert.Lambert didn't seem to mind Lydia's sudden outburst. He simply took off his suit jacket, now stained with soup, and said regretfully, "The soup spilled, Lydia. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer. I'll have someone bring a new one right away! Why not have a piece of cake to tide you over?"Lambert's calm demeanor only made Lydia feel as if her anger was landing on nothing but soft cotton, frustrating her even more. What was Lambert up to? Was he mocking her on purpose?It was infuriating!Lydia knew her emotions were out of sorts lately. Ever since Lambert left, she hadn't had much of an appetite. When she found out his trip was delayed, everything around her began to irritate her. It was as though a cloud of anger clogged her heart, but she couldn't find a way to let it ou