Chapter 1395 He had moved on Neil had tricked Andrew a few times, and Peter knew it. âArenât you afraid Andrew will punch you off the stage?â Peter asked.
Neil put on a fake friendly smile, âItâs his big day today, he wonât lay a hand on me, donât worry.â
Itâs just a performance of drinking a whole row of champagne, whatâs there to be afraid of? As long as he gave him that little golden brick as a prizeâ¦
Once Neil had made up his mind, he ignored Peter and Zackâs objections and rushed up to the stage.
Originally, there was a group of people making noise on the stage, but after he went up, it turned into a showdown between him and Andrew. They kept drinking one row of champagne after another, and with each row, another little golden brick was added. Neil risked his life, and after drinking Andrew under the table, he stumbled off the stage, clutching a pile of little golden.
bricksâ¦
Andrew, on the other hand, simply collapsed. In the end, it was the bride who helped him into the car.
Itâs said that after this incident caused by Neil, Anna would always confront him whenever she saw him, but that was another storyâ¦
The wedding was over, the guests had dispersed, and Stella breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the crowd disappear.
She couldnât have a peacelul marriage and have children, but her cousin Andrew could, and that was the happiest thing for her.
Stella didnât ask for anything else, she only wanted her cousin Andrew to be by Mr. Evansâs side forever, always happy and healthy.
Eva was still thinking about what happened at the night club. After saying hello to Amelia and Stella, she planned to leave first.
As she got up and walked through the crowd, she happened to see a man sitting in a wheelchair at the other end of the VIP section.
He was wearing a white shirt today, with a big quiff, making his handsome and mature face look even more dignified than usual.
In the past, he would be the most lively at such occasions, but this time he hadnât shown his face once, just sitting quietly under the stage, watching.
He had lost some weight, his tall figure appearing somewhat frail, and although his complexion was much better, it still looked a bit pale.
When most people have left, Paul pushed the wheelchair and turned it around, just in time to see Eva waiting for the front row crowd to leave.
Their eyes met, and it was hard for them to pretend they didnât see each other or avoid each other.
Eva wanted to quickly look away, but Paul was open and friendly, nodding towards her.
Compared to their previous entanglements, this time their gaze was clear and bright, as if he had moved on.
After a polite nod, he pushed the wheelchair and headed towards another safe exit, without looking back.
Watching his figure disappear into the crowd, Eva withdrew her gaze and took step by step towards the exit of the wedding hall.