Chapter 8
Eric stepped forward in a perfectly tailored black suit as millions of eyes watched him.
He pushed up his golden–framed glasses and nodded slightly at everyone at the wedding.
His clear eyes swept over the guests. It was quite intimidating.
The entire hall instantly turned silent.
All of the guests were taken aback. No one expected the groom to be Eric instead of Noel.
As for Noel and his buddies, all of them were stunned.
Noel clenched his teeth, and the veins on his forehead began to throb. His voice was filled with rage.
“Uncle Eric? That’s impossible!
“Something must be wrong!”
Everyone in the room snapped out of it when they heard Noel. They began to stammer as they agreed with him.
“Y–yeah! The host must have got it wrong! How could Eric Chilton be marrying Stella Judd? They’re a generation apart!”
“How could she be good enough for Eric Chilton when she doesn’t even deserve Noel? This must be a mistake.”
Eric had already walked to the center of the stage while they were denying this.
The wedding had moved on to the next item on the itinerary, the wedding vows.
“Mr. Eric Chilton, do you take Miss Stella Judd as your lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
The entire room turned dead silent when Eric replied with great conviction, “I do.”
Everyone’s mouth fell as they watched this unfold with disbelief.
Noel’s mind went blank. He could feel the blood in his veins run ice cold.
He grabbed his car keys and flipped over the table in front of him as he dashed madly out the door.
Noel ignored the shouts behind him.
There was only one thought left in his mind.
Stella was his fiancée! She must only marry him!
She should not be marrying his Uncle Eric!
Noel stepped down hard on the gas pedal and sped through dozens of red lights. The wedding was coming to an end by the time
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he arrived.
Most of the guests had left. Only close family members of the Chiltons and Judds stayed behind.
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Noel spotted Stella right away in the middle of the crowd. She was smiling happily and chatting. He went forward and grabbed!
hand.
There was panic and anxiousness in his tone.
“Come with me!”
Before Stella could speak, their family members spoke up first.
“What are you doing, Noel? It’s Stella and your Uncle Eric’s wedding. Why did you arrive after the wedding?”
“Stella and Eric have to have dinner with the elders later when we return to the old mansion. Stop creating trouble here.”
“Let go, Noel! It’s enough that you make trouble on usual days. Today is your Uncle Eric’s wedding. Make any more trouble, and
I’ll teach you a lesson!”
His uncles and aunts were berating him, but Noel remained stubborn. He used more force on Stella.
Stella’s wrist turned red from his grip.
She frowned and was about to say something when a low, attractive voice spoke up from behind her.
“Let her go!”
Noel immediately released her like an electric current had run through him when he heard the words.
“Uncle Eric.”
Eric did not reply.
A path opened up from the crowd, and Eric went up to Stella. He picked up her hand to rub it gently. He glared at Noel.
“This is your aunt.”
The air became still.
Noel did not want to call Stella his aunt.
However, his hair stood on its end under Eric’s powerful and intimidating presence. It felt like ants were crawling all over him.
The fear in his blood forced him to call out to Stella in a small voice, “Aunt…
Stella.”
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