Chapter 907 He Knows How to Behave On the lawn, numerous helicopters were parked, and the leading white helicopter was slowly opening its cabin door.
A white suit, tailored to fit him perfectly, made the man look cool and noble, like a nobleman stepping out of a painting.
The hair, which shone faintly like black jade, fell diagonally on both sides of the forehead, creating a distinct layered effect.
A face sculpted by God, exquisitely three-dimensional without any flaws. A tall and straight nose bridge, a strong jaw, and tightly pursed lips.
All of his facial features combined to create a perfect appearance, and his eyes, with their resolute and captivating gaze, were impossible to resist.
The aura emanating from his entire body was one of aloofness and arrogance and of dominance and tyranny.
A man, who looked like an eagle in the dark, walked towards the villa with a big bunch of lychee roses in his hand. He had long legs and a smile on his face.
Chapter 907 He Knows How to Behave Behind him were his family members.
Everyone was dressed in formal attire, holding bouquets of lychee-colored roses, and gracefully descending from a helicopter.
He came to welcome his bride with the sincerest of intentions. As his bride, how could she disappoint him on their wedding day?
Amelia looked away, turned around, and glanced behind her. The young man she had once loved had long gone.
He always knew when to come and when to leave. He never made her worry or uncomfortable.
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Gifts I Got Married Without You Chapter 908 He Has Something For You Amelia smiled, her lips curling upwards, as she looked in the direction where no one was around.
âThank you, Mr. Jonesâ¦â
When he was young, he said to her, âIf one day you marry someone else and I come to your wedding, I hope you will call me Mr. Jones.â
At that time, Amelia was leaning on her desk and innocently asked him, âWhy?â
Ryan, wearing his school uniform, tapped her nose with a pen and said, âBecause if I canât marry you, at least let me be your Mr.
Jones for once.â
Amelia smiled and wiped away the tears on her face. She picked up the foundation on the table and covered the marks left by her emotions and guilt.
She gently covered it, as if covering their past, with such caution and hoping it would not leave any trace.
Eva, who had already changed into her bridesmaid dress, stood at