Billionaire’s Escaped Wife

“Adair has been looking for the wedding automobile. Would you like to pause for a moment?” Vivien checked her rearview mirror, the tiny figure fighting to keep up with the wedding car.

He did not initially encourage her to stay with Adair.

He felt sorry for her all of a sudden.

“No, let’s get going.” Adair Carter also does not return, not even a glance.

The tone is frigid.

Ada Wood is chasing after the wedding car while carrying the painting.

Perhaps she was too nervous to run. Ada Wood collapsed, clutching the artwork in her arms.

A layer of skin was scratched, and blood gushed out of it. She was unconcerned about her injuries.

She stood up and pursued Adair’s wedding car with her paintings in her arms.

Vivien stares in the rearview mirror at Ada Wood’s obstinate little face and feels sorry for her. “Adair, she collapsed.”

“I told her to leave her alone and to keep driving.” Today is Adair Carter’s wedding day with Xenia Miller, he added impatiently.

He doesn’t want to deal with any more issues.

After his father died, he was forced to marry Xenia Miller in order to keep Carter’s family.

He has already assassinated his father.

Because of his stubbornness, he can’t keep the one item his father left him.

Vivien remained silent and pressed the accelerator to accelerate.

Ada Wood stood helplessly watching the wedding car drive away. She hurriedly took a car to catch up with Adair’s wedding car.

Hold the artwork closely in her arms and stare ahead with wide eyes, afraid of losing Adair. “You’re in a lot of pain, little girl. First, I’ll take you to the hospital. Furthermore, the one you wish to chase is the young master’s wedding car. We taxis are unable to keep up.”

The driver’s uncle felt a pang of sadness as he looked at Ada Wood, who was badly damaged all over. Ada Wood vigorously shakes her head. She refuses to go to the hospital. She just wants to see Adair Carter and give him the artwork.

She didn’t want to bother him any longer; she just wanted to bless him. The driver grumbled, shook his head, and continued to pursue Adair’s wedding car.

Ada Wood, sitting in the rear car, had never let go of his artwork.

She was sobbing uncontrollably as she stared forward.

She also didn’t understand why the word cry?

The taxi followed her all the way to church, either the church she had picked or the priest. The automobile comes to a halt some distance from the church.

Ada Wood has a light complexion.

She wipes her tears away and steps out of the automobile.

His small face seemed sorrowful as he stood there, looking at the church door from afar.

Aaron was headed in the direction of the church In his co-seat driver sits Yvette Hill, a dignified lady in a beige skirt.

She helped clean up her tie after getting off and then took his arm to walk into the chapel. “Aaron, after Adair’s wedding, we’ll take a vacation and then travel together. I’ve heard that France is the romantic capital of the world. I’d want to accompany you.”

Aaron’s face was expressionless, but he did not push away Yvette Hill’s small hand, and he said coldly, “My company has been quite busy recently, and I have no time to go out with you. It makes no difference how many locations they run as long as you are happy. I’ll give you a long vacation.”

“My grandfather has already made plans. We’re going out with two families this time, and the route has been planned.”

Yvette Hill smiled sweetly, “Even though the firm is busy, you must take time to relax. It isn’t a machine. If we go there to play, you can rest and replenish your energy. When you return, you can resume your task.”

Instead of responding to Yvette Hill, she entered the church.

Ada Wood is nearby, calmly observing Yvette Hill and Aaron’s arm. They are conversing and laughing like a couple in love. Why would he say such things to her?

Ada Wood does not have time to think about it. The church bell has begun to ring.

Xenia Miller looks elegant and beautiful in her white bridal gown.

Her father guides her.

She steps out of the car and walks to the front door.

Xenia Miller, who is about to be sent away from Adair, is smiling broadly

. Adair Carter extended his hand, smile on his lips.

His tiny frame moved closer to meet his lovely bride.

Ada Wood rose to his feet and hurried to them after seeing the two people’s hands clasped. When they turn to proceed into the church, Ada Wood finally arrives, but she is blocked by the people in front of her.

With tears in his eyes, he clutched the picture destined for Adair Carter. Adair stood there waiting for the bride as the bride took her father’s arm and moved in carefully step by step. Xenia Miller’s father took Xenia Miller’s hand and placed it on Adair Carter’s hand.

He enthusiastically grabbed Xenia Miller’s hand in his, his smile as dazzling as the sun. Ada Wood’s eyes were pierced by the sorrowful and beautiful smile.

Tears rained like rain at that time.

Adair, who had taken Xenia Miller’s hand and was going to turn around, noticed the thin figure standing at the church door, clutching the artwork closely.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

His expression shifted somewhat; he had not expected her to follow the wedding site.

They all turn their heads to gaze at Ada Wood standing at the door, seeing something amiss with Adair’s face.

Almost everyone in attendance had come to see Adair’s wedding for the second time, thus everyone knew Ada Wood.

This is the woman that abandoned Adair on the wedding day. There’s a new show to watch. Everyone is waiting for a good play, and everyone’s gaze has been fixed on Ada Wood’s physique. People below began to whisper as they waited for the priest to announce the wedding speech. Perhaps his sudden appearance here is too abrupt.

Ada Wood’s slender figure moves to the door then shrink to one side so that no one inside can see her.

Adaire, you are still so sweet, so soft that when you reach out to take the bride’s hand, your smile is very charming.

In truth, I truly want to congratulate you loudly, but I lack the guts to do so.

I come after you not to bother you, not to make a scene, but to see you one last time before I depart, look you in the eyes, and then hand you this artwork.

A month ago, I was sitting in a hotel room, getting ready for you to pick me up.

Standing next to you, holding your hand, becomes another woman.

I don’t blame you for getting married to other ladies so rapidly.

I know I’m not worthy of you, but I genuinely want to go through all of this with you. He hung the artwork on the door and refused to turn around. He raced out, covering his face. Now you lead the bride, simply worthy of you, so lovely, is a woman, will not drag you back, will not dishonor you in the past, will not embarrass you everywhere.