"Wendy," Joanne's voice came from far away, interrupting Wendy's thoughts. "What are you thinking about? It's time to go to the hotel."

Wendy suddenly came back to her senses and ran to Joanne with a dress in her hands. When she was just about to say that she wanted to ride on Brian's car, Brian pointed to Gavin. "You can take Gavin's car."

Wendy knew that Brian did it on purpose, so she asked unwillingly, "Why should I take his car?"

Joanne took it for granted. "It's not what you wanted all this time?"

"..." Well, it seemed...true.

Rather than racking her brains for excuses to refute, Wendy could only walk to Gavin gloomily.

After looking at Wendy's reluctant footsteps, Joanne couldn't bear it anymore and say, "Is it really good for us to push her like this?"

It reminded Brian of how Iris forced him to marry Joanne at that time. He then raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't think anything is wrong with it. Our push may encourage them to take the first step."

"..." Joanne didn't speak, she looked at her husband with a smile.

Brian had no choice but to be honest. "I've been there."

Joanne couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this. She took his hand and walked to the parking lot. They got in the car and drove straight to the hotel.

Soon, the cars in the parking lot drove off one after another. After a while, the noisy auditorium had become quiet and empty once more.

In the auditorium, the stylist reminded Freya. "Mrs. Su, before heading to the hotel, you need to change into a dress first, okay?."

Freya stared at the stylist with her eyes wide open. "Could you say that again?"

The stylist thought that Freya didn't hear what she said just now, so she lowered her voice and repeated once more, "I mean, you need..."

Before she could finish, Freya interrupted her with a smile. "I meant-just call me again." Her eyes sparkled with joy and expectation.

The stylist was stunned for a bit, she then understood what Freya's meant with her words. She smiled and pronounced it clearly, "Mrs. Su..."

At this time, Chris came over towards Freya.

The latter turned around excitedly and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Did you hear that? She called me Mrs. Su!"

It wasn't until now that she realized that it was actually such a romantic thing to use his family name to crown her name.

After looking at the undisguised excitement on Freya's face, the corners of Chris's mouth slightly rose. "In exception of me, everyone will start calling you like this."

"Uh-huh." Freya kept asking knowingly, "What will you call me in the future?"

Chris fulfilled Freya's little prank and bluntly said, "Of course, I'll call you-wife."

"Yes!" Freya happily responded and hugged him tightly.

In the future, they could call each other husband and wife unscrupulously no matter where they were.

Chris didn't mind Freya being silly. He gently held her and touched the back of her head; this action was filled with love.

The stylist standing on the side tried to shrink her sense of existence. However, she soon found that it was unnecessary seeing as Chris and Freya regarded her as air all the time.

What was more tragic was that the stylist was still single. She couldn't just ignore the affection Chris and Freya showed. She couldn't take it any longer and wished she could find a boyfriend right away.

Just as the stylist was about to cry, Chris turned his head and said, "I know where the changing room is. Lucy, you can go to the hotel first."

"Okay!" Finally, she let out a sigh of relief. The stylist decisively escaped the two lovebirds.

Chris took Freya to the changing room. When they were just outside the door, Freya poked Chris's arm. "Did you deliberately send her away?"

"..."

Chris didn't deny her statement.

Since he was clearly seen through, there was no point in denying it.

Freya's face became a little doubtful. "Why did you do that? I might need her help."

"Because-" Chris suddenly grabbed Freya's hand, he then dragged her into the changing room. Before Freya could respond, he directly pressed her against the wall and raised the corner of his mouth with a faint smile. "It will be really inconvenient if someone is here."

Freya instantly understood what Chris meant. Before she could say anything, Chris's lips had been pressed on hers...

Chris's kiss was as irresistible as ever. It was anxious but not impatient. It was gentle and hot, sucking on Freya's lips, as if trying to melt her into his lips.

"Oh..." Freya couldn't resist it but she had no intention to do so in the first place. She gently wrapped her arms around Chris's waist and closed her eyes in response.

Well, at a time like this, it was indeed inappropriate for an outsider to be present.

It was a different kind of intimate thing they were doing in the changing room.

No one knew how long it had been before Chris let go of Freya. His gaze landed on Freya's face, it was filled with deep and intense emotion, the bottom of his eyes was full of excitement.

Maybe because of how delighted he was, Chris's voice was a little hoarse. "Freya, I'm just happy."

Under the witness of most of his relatives and friends, Freya officially became his wife. From then on, their lives had an inseparable connection.

They would spend the rest of their lives together, going through every spring, summer, autumn, and winter. They would also grow old together through these seasons.

Thinking of this, Chris felt happy.

Chris didn't want to hide this kind of joy. He couldn't wait to let the whole world know that he was finally Freya's husband.

Freya originally wanted to make fun of Chris, but when she saw Chris's intense look, she suddenly wanted to be well-behaved. She stood on her tiptoes and seriously said, "I'm also very happy!"

Chris smiled, his eyes slowly became deep and hot. His gaze focused on Freya's face. Freya closed her eyes. After a while, she felt a familiar touch on her lips.

This time, they hugged and kissed each other. They were gentle but passionate, completely forgetting the time.

This time, when Chris let go of Freya, Freya's makeup on her lips had worn out. His long fingers stroked her lips. "You don't need the stylist for the time being, but you can call the makeup artist over."

The makeup artist was very fast and arrived in less than half a minute. She let Freya sit in front of the dressing table and opened the box she always carried with her.

This makeup artist only served some leading actress in the country. It was said that the reason why the leading actress was able to stand out from all the actresses on the same stage with her was that, in addition to her own advantages and conditions, this makeup artist had made great contributions.

Under such circumstances, the makeup artist, who had been used to such a big scene, seemed to get used to it. She took out the colored lipstick skillfully and was about to do the makeup for Freya when the young assistant suddenly said, "Ah! Miss Freya, what happened to your makeup?"

Freya remained calm. "Oh, it's not a big deal. I just rubbed on it."

"But..."

When the assistant still wanted to say something, he was interrupted by the makeup artist. "Mena, the wedding ceremony has been held. Instead of calling her Miss Freya, you should call her Mrs. Su."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Su." The assistant stuck out his tongue and forgot about Freya's makeup.

After they were done, Freya changed into a red dress.

For the epilogue of her wedding, this dress was also designed by the same designer. Freya preferred a gorgeous dress with an elegant design, it exposed her shoulders but with an just-over-the-knees length.

The style of the dress wasn't complicated, but every detail revealed the pursuit of extreme beauty. The workmanship and material were both impeccable.

Freya, while wearing a long white veil, was stunningly beautiful.

When the white gown was replaced by the red dress, Freya's sexy appeal and born arrogance was vividly revealed. She was like a red rose in the center of the desert, both glamorous and attractive.

Chris looked at Freya deeply for a moment before reaching out to her. "Let's go. If we don't, I'm afraid you'll have to fix your makeup again."

Freya held Chris's hand and turned her head to whisper in his ear. "In another twelve hours, you can do whatever you want to me regardless of the makeup or style."

It should've been fine if she didn't say this. But she still deliberately said so, it made Chris itch for the moment to come. He wished he could make time fly faster. He really wished it was evening right now.

Freya was too familiar with the subtle look in Chris's eyes. She bit her red lips. "Mr. Scott, how do you feel when you can clearly see it but can't eat it?"

Chris dangerously looked at Freya. He gritted his teeth and said with emphasis, word by word, "It feels bad."

Freya then nodded. "That's great! I've been tasting it for more than ten years."

"..." The danger in Chris's eyes disappeared, it was quickly replaced by calmness. "Are you taking revenge?"

"Uh-huh." Freya smiled. "It's just beginning."

The implication was that this kind of revenge would come again in the future, and it might be very serious.

Chris suddenly had a headache. "Freya, today is our wedding..."

Freya looked quite indifferent after hearing his words. "It's exactly because this is our wedding that you're deeply impressed. You should know that I'm so smart, are you afraid?"

Chris didn't know what to say anymore.

Freya thought that Chris was so afraid that he couldn't speak, which is why 0she patted Chris's shoulder with an understanding look. "Well, today is our wedding, please be happy. It's almost time. Honey, let's go to the hotel."

On the way to the hotel, Chris was thinking about what he could do to make Freya forget about the past him.

But after carefully thinking, based on his understanding of Freya, if she really hated him, it was really impossible for her to marry him. However, since she liked playing, then even if she spoke harsh words, she only wanted to tease and bluff him.

However, this still couldn't erase the fact that he had hurt Freya.

After thinking of this, Chris pulled Freya into his arms and then pressed her head against his chest.

Since Freya wasn't used to being so intimate in public. She struggled for a while, while asking, "What are you doing?"

Chris said in a low voice, "Freya, thank you."

Freya was confused. "Thank me for what?"

Chris smiled and said, "I'll tell you later."

Freya was so stubborn that she refused to admit that she was very curious. She merely said as if nothing had happened just now, "Whenever you like."

Chris just held her tighter.

Not long after, the car finally arrived at the hotel. Chris got out of the car and opened the door for Freya. He reached out to her. "Please."

Before Freya had time to hold Chris's hand, she caught sight of a strange but shocking figure. When she got out of the car, she gave Chris a look to tell him to be prepared before she signaled him to look back.

Ever since Chris knew Freya, she had always been frank. There had never been such a look in her eyes, unless...