Our Love Story: Hard to Guard Against the Sudden Love Strike

Chapter 511 - 487: Wedding Day (Part 2)

Ten male gods dressed in black suits and wearing black bow ties, standing tall in the living room, drinking hot tea, engaging in light-hearted conversations, waiting for the groom to come out.Jack Hawthorne and Tobias Blackwood were exchanging parenting tips; Gage Grant was pulling Ronan Grant and Old Master Forrester into a discussion about the power of zodiac signs; Rhonda Wagner and Thomas Reed were discussing a recent popular case; Logan Lockwood, Harrison Rowe, and Evan Chaucer were studying a new project at the design institute.

Old Master Forrester looked at this group of tall, handsome old boys with delight, secretly thinking: If only they were all my grandsons, how wonderful! A house full of positive energy would surely be formidable!

After a while, the groom strode into the living room.

Simon Forrester was dressed in a handmade maroon suit, French white shirt, and black bow tie, with his thick dark brown hair subtly styled to one side.

On his left ring finger was a golden couple’s ring he never took off, and on his right ring finger was a blue diamond ring matching Sienna Thornton’s. He wore a watch worth millions on his wrist, and a necklace with the character "恩" hidden inside his shirt. No other jewelry adorned him.

His features were deep-set, with prominent brow ridges and amber-colored eyes; a high nose bridge under which his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his chin was often habitually tensed, making him appear cold and aloof.

Yet even with this simple, low-profile attire and slightly cold demeanor, he was still the most outstanding among the male gods.

Old Master Forrester looked on with satisfaction at his grandson, even though he had just dreamed of the male gods all being his grandsons, he was most satisfied with Simon Forrester, feeling that his grandson was truly a dragon among men.

Jack Hawthorne leaned in to Simon Forrester, scrutinized his attire, and praised: "Bro, this suit today is great! Where did you have it tailored?"

"Franland XXX designer, made together with the bride’s dress." Simon Forrester raised an eyebrow and smiled, confidently standing among the male gods, adjusting the red diamond cufflinks on his wrist while having Gavin Gale pin on his boutonniere.

Jack Hawthorne clicked his tongue twice, admiringly said: "No wonder it looks so great."

Soon, each male god pinned on their boutonnieres, had a bowl of red date and bird’s nest sweet soup, ready to pick up the bride.

"Once everyone’s ready, let’s move." Simon Forrester called out to the members of the male gods.

The male gods put down their empty bowls, wiped the corners of their lips with tissues, stood up to straighten their suits, adjust their bow ties and boutonnieres, automatically lined up.

With an order from Old Master Forrester, the groom Simon Forrester led the way, followed by the male gods, moving in sync, preparing to head outside to the wedding cars.

That’s when Jack Hawthorne suddenly shouted: "Damn, where are the bouquets? Where’s the groom’s bouquet?"

Harrison Rowe hurriedly looked around, unable to find it inside the house, anxiously spinning around, while Old Master Forrester asked a servant to find Sylvia Langley.

Soon, a large bouquet of fiery red roses was brought over.

Simon Forrester reached out and grabbed it: "Let’s go quickly!"

"Alright! Off to pick up the bride!" Logan Lockwood shouted, "Brothers, let’s head out!"

Simon Forrester held the large bouquet of red roses, excitement evident amid his dignified demeanor, leading the male gods out the old residence doors.

By now, the sky was bright outside.

The big red lanterns at the old residence’s entrance still hung high, with sound equipment by the gate playing simulated firecracker sounds, making it lively.

Old Master Forrester and Zane Forrester’s couple followed the groom and the male gods outside, with the matchmaker spouting auspicious words before the groom got into the car.

As the groom bent to enter the main wedding car, loud firecracker sounds erupted at the gate, while the golden-bordered red double happiness character on the door gleamed brilliantly in the radiant spring sunlight, creating a festive atmosphere.

A sizable crowd gathered at the entrance, some neighbors coming to watch the fun, others heading to Serene Lake Park for morning exercises, all stopped to witness the row of billion-dollar luxury wedding cars and the handsome male gods.

The neighbors whispered to each other: "Hey, Fletcher’s precious is finally getting married?"

"Yes, been choosing for years, wonder who he’s marrying."

"Surely someone young and beautiful, maybe a celebrity?"

"Who knows, we’ll find out at the wedding feast tonight."

"Curiosity is killing me."

"..."

The neighbors quietly gossiped, eagerly curious about who the young and renowned architectural talent of Forrester Family was marrying.

Old Mr. King from the neighboring King Family also came out to watch, asking Old Master Grant standing beside him: "I say, Grant, you’re often strolling with Fletcher, know which family’s lady he’s marrying?"

Old Master Grant wore a complex expression, squinting at the lively procession, pondering for a moment before softly saying: "Speaking of which, the bride has a bit of connection to our Grant Family..."

The old man struggled to express Sienna Thornton’s identity but thought of tonight’s wedding banquet, Quentin Thorne would openly escort the bride into the scene, difficult to hide, he decided to tell his neighbor now, saving them from a barrage of questions later tonight.

The neighbor was quite surprised, asking: "Is the bride a relative of the Grant Family?"

Old Master Grant was ultimately embarrassed, sighed deeply and said: "The bride is a child from my eldest son-in-law’s rural family."

Despite understanding the context, his words still inadvertently carried a hint of ambiguity.

Quentin Thorne was well-regarded, and neighbors knew the Grant Family’s eldest daughter Ian Grant was quite the tigress, keeping Dean Thorne tightly in check, little did they expect Quentin Thorne to have an illegitimate daughter outside?

Thus, Old Mr. King, hearing Old Master Grant’s statement, assumed the bride was Quentin Thorne’s rural relatives, who later grew up and came to depend on Quentin Thorne in the city.

Old Mr. King chuckled, his tone somewhat regretful: "Though the Forrester Family doesn’t hold government posts, their grandson is quite the sight, look at him, an excellent specimen."

The old man pointed his chin at Simon Forrester about to board the wedding car, clicking his tongue: "That face so well-made, that physique clearly suited for work, a renowned architectural designer, and the Forrester Family, not only wealthy but with good family values."

Old Master Grant remained silent.

Old Mr. King insistently brought up the touchy subject: "By the way, how come Dean Thorne didn’t introduce his biological daughter to the Forrester Family’s only heir, but instead referred the rural relative’s child?"

Old Master Grant, hearing Old Mr. King further off topic, couldn’t be bothered to explain, stopped watching the commotion, and retreated to his own home.

On the other side, Simon Forrester boarded the main wedding car driven by Gage Grant. As the door closed, Old Master Forrester followed, bending his slightly hunched elderly body, reluctantly knocking twice on the car window.

Simon Forrester quickly rolled down the window.

With reddened eyes, Old Master Forrester held onto the window, sadly saying: "Jules, Grandpa isn’t willing to let you go..."

Simon Forrester was puzzled, unsure how to react.

With the car already started, Gage Grant turned his head, grinning mischievously: "Grandpa Forrester, people only follow behind the car when marrying a daughter. Jules is just off to fetch the bride, what are you doing?"

Old Master Forrester ignored him, eyes still red, tearfully holding his grandson’s hand.

Gage Grant, sensing the delay, teased Old Master Forrester: "How about you also get in, change into a suit, and join us over there for the fun?"

Old Master Forrester glared at Fourth Master Grant, pulled out a pack of red packets from his pocket, intending to silence Gage Grant.