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Chapter 330
In a charming town nestled among clear waters and lush mountins, less than 60 miles from Saphira, Cherise, and Morris informed Dennis and Bella before switching their phones to airplane mode, ready to enjoy their seclusion.
The emerald river shimmered under the sunlight, with a light but gently floating on its surface. The boatman stood at the prow, guiding the vessel with his oar.
Wearing sunglasses, Cherise lounged on the boat, her head resting on Morris’s lap, soaking in the natural ambiance. Morris lified Cherise’s hand adorned with her wedding ring. “Do you like this ring?” he asked, giving it a tender glance.
“Pretty impressive, though it’s quite large–almost too eye–catching. But anything you give me, I love, Cherise said with a smile, speaking honestly.
Morris pinched her petite nose affectionately. “You deserve only the best. A little showy is good; it lets everyone
taken.
Cherise agreed inwardly. “Yeah, it’s true!”
know you’re
Morris chuckled softly; his large hand enveloping Cherise’s smaller one. “Cherise, I still owe you a wedding. Once we’re back in Betrico, let’s pick a beautiful day and have one.”
“Do we really need a wedding?” Cherise pushed up her sunglasses looking directly into his eyes.
“Of course,” Morris affirmed. “My wife should have the most enviable wedding in the world and receive all the best blessings. We must have this wedding.”
Cherise smiled, recalling what Mary had once said. “Every pretty princess deserves her own happy wedding. It doesn’t have to be extravagant, as long as the people who genuinely wish her well are there.”
Xenia had said something similar before, “Which woman doesn’t dream of having a wedding? Any woman who doesn’t have one will end up regretting it
Looking at Morris, she nodded. “Okay! Just don’t let Xenia and Truman plan it.” Morris gave her an appreciative look as if understanding her thoughts completely.
Their friends and relatives back in Saphira must be happy for them. It was just a pity they couldn’t be there in person; the blessings would have to wait until they returned.
their Dennis and Bella had mentioned that Morris and Cherise were only away for a short two–day holiday, expressing support without any reservations. A group of people were seated in Cherise’s living room, sipping coffee and enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.
Suddenly, someone quipped, “At this rate, we’ll be having a born celebration next, and I’ve already thought of a name for the baby!” The room erupted into laughter at the comment.
The warm, blessings–filled atmosphere in Saphira was mirrored by the sentiments of Phoebe in Betrico, and the Leach family; as well as Rayburn in Hamolica.
In the Leach family living room, the family sat together. Though there were fewer people than before, the atmosphere felt much more peaceful. Andy spoke up, “Cherise has finally found her happiness. I’m really happy for her.”
Oliver, now moving about with complete ease, also chimed in, “Yes, Cherise has had a tough road. The Leach family may not have been able to give her what she deserved, but as long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters,
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Jacob remained silent, visibly thinner, his heart aching. “I can’t even face my own daughter to bless her marriage. All this is my own doing
Rayburn in Hamolica was equally excited when Jason called hin first thing. He couldn’t sit still, praising Morris’s responsibility and foresight.
Rayburn felt that Cherise, though not a member of the Muller family, was like a close friend who bridged generations. almost more than family. He had already started thinking about the perfect wedding gift for her and Morris.
Phoebe was undoubtedly the happiest of all. She had been so excited by the video of Morris proposing to Cherise last night that she couldn’t sleep a wink.
Receiving the news that they had already gotten their marriage certificate, Phoebe’s smile was impossibly wide. She was almost ready to fly to Yasvissa but remembered Cherise’s warning about her weak heart and avoided flying
Of course, she would heed Cherise’s warning; she wanted to look her best for Cherise and Morris wedding. “Enya,” Phoebe said, clapping her hands with glee.
“Morris has finally got that part of my genes kicking in! Look at how well he handled this–fast, precise, and decisive. Proposed one moment, marriage certificate the next! Well done! No wonder, he is my grandson after all, just like me!” Phoebe continued.
Enya smiled warmly. “Mrs. Chivers, I know you’re happy. But look at you, you’ve been overjoyed since last night, even forgetting to eat and sleep. How will you maintain your health for the wedding?”
Phoebe laughed again. “Enya, you’re right. Ill go freshen up and take a beauty nap. And yes, the wedding–1, as such important figure, must make an appearance. Let’s go.”
Just as Phoebe was about to head to her bedroom, a servant rushed in, breathless. “Mrs. Chivers.”
Phoebe paused, turning around. “What’s wrong? What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?”
The servant quickly explained. “It’s Mr. Harold Chivers, your son at the front gate, asking to see you. He seems upset. shouting outside. Mr. Morris Chivers men stopped him from entering. I came to inform you.”
