Chapter 913 Mr. Peacock She looked up at Jamesâ handsome profile and asked, âMr. Peacock, where should we hold our wedding?â
James lowered his long, curly eyelashes and frowned as he asked her, âWhat peacock?â
Amelia lowered her hand that was holding up the front of her dress and patted his arm, âI just gave you a nickname. How does it sound? Do you like it?â
On their wedding day, James, who had been angered by her twice, pinched her cheek and said, âYou just wait, tonight I will make you beg for mercy and cryâ¦â
Amelia fearlessly lifted her chin and said, âIf you donât like it, you can call me Zelus instead.â
Amelia shook his arm and asked, âTell me quickly, where are we going to have the wedding?â
The man seemed to be coaxed by her, and his previous fear dissipated a bit. âIreland,â he said.
Ireland, a place where divorce is prohibited.
He chose this place to tell her â
Chapter 913 Mr. Peacock In his marriage, there was no divorce, only widowhood.
Wearing a pristine white wedding dress and suit, the couple looked like a perfect match as they walked towards the lawn, chatting and laughing along the way.
Following behind are the people from the prestigious Evans family, the brideâs friends, and her niece.
Other than that, there was a makeup team of around forty people, as well as over a hundred professional bodyguards accompanying themâ¦
They all boarded the helicopters one after another, while the man sitting in a wheelchair watched as the helicopters flew across the sky.
After a long while, he lowered his gaze and stared at his own legs for a while before saying in a calm tone, âZoey, after returning to Imperial, go to the Cooke family and call off the engagement.â