Chapter 1144:

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Farrell vibrated with excitement surpassing what he might feel at his own wedding, his voice bursting with euphoria. “Finally, this glorious day has arrived! Grandpa, look at this magnificent sight!”

Levi’s face remained locked in an expression of uncontainable joy, his smile refusing to fade.

Debby’s lips curved into a tender smile, her voice warm with satisfaction. “Yes, at long last, the blessed day of Ethan and Noelle’s wedding has dawned.”

At the chapel’s ornate entrance, a man dressed in an elegant black shirt adorned with a distinctive cross necklace slipped inside, his voice barely audible as he inquired of his assistant, “Were the wedding gifts delivered as planned?”

Kasen responded with swift, deferential nods. “Mr. Mendoza, the wedding gifts intended for Noelle have been delivered precisely according to your detailed instructions, and they represent the most precious treasures available.”

𝘓a𝘁е𝘀𝘵 сh𝘢рte𝘳𝘴 𝗼𝗻 𝗀а𝗅nо𝗏𝖾𝗅𝘀.с𝗼𝗆

Those magnificent gifts had depleted the vast majority of Hayes’s accumulated wealth and fortune.

Hayes murmured a quiet acknowledgment while advancing into the sacred chapel, but his forward motion ceased abruptly as if struck by lightning. His mesmerizing eyes were magnetically drawn to the woman resplendent in the pristine white wedding gown.

A crushing sensation gripped his chest, his profound gaze locked on her ethereal form for an eternity before his eyelids descended in a slow, pained blink.

The memory of his first encounter with Noelle crashed over him like a devastating wave. She had worn a flowing white dress that day, her skin glowing with radiant purity as she stood bathed in golden sunlight, her innocent gaze turning toward him while he lingered in the concealing shadows.

That single, life-altering glance from the woman in white had branded itself permanently into his memory, remaining vivid and painful to this very day.

But now, that same beloved woman moved gracefully in her white wedding gown, each deliberate step carrying her inexorably toward another man’s waiting arms.

As the harmonious strains of the wedding march drifted through the air, Noelle, guided by her father and beneath the solemn gaze of the priest, advanced steadily toward Ethan.

“Ethan, I trust you to cherish Noelle from this day on,” Calden murmured, the faint quiver in his tone perceptible to anyone listening closely.

“You have my word,” Ethan answered with sincerity, extending his hand toward the woman standing before him with deliberate gravity.

Through the soft blur of the veil’s pale fabric, Noelle’s eyes locked on Ethan’s, brimming with tender warmth. A swell of emotion rose in her chest, moisture glistening unexpectedly at her lashes.

The boy who had been beside her since youth, filling her early years with his presence; the man who welcomed her into his life when she was broken and abandoned by the Moss family; the one who knelt before her in a sea of roses to pledge himself; the one who remained steadfast at her bedside through the shadow of life and death—he was now before her, clad in formal attire, looking at her with boundless devotion.

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