Chapter 567


    Chapter 567 I’m Not Your Most Beloved Person


    The wedding of Summer and Arnold took ce at thergest hotel in Wavery, which belonged to the


    Olsen family.


    Both families created an extravagant spectacle. On that day, the tworgest airports in Wavery were


    closed, and security was tight. nes and private jets arrived one after another, weing important


    guests to the wedding.


    The banquet hall had 288 tables, hosting esteemed guests and media from various sectors. The city’s


    top officials personally officiated the ceremony, marking it as the wedding of the century.


    How deeply in love can a man be with a woman to proudly and publicly dere her as his to the entire


    world?


    The makeup artist eagerly shared the media’s tteringments in the dressing room while Summer


    meticulously shaped her eyebrows. Lost in thought, she gazed at her morous reflection in the mirror.


    of true


    Her eyebrows had arched in a beautiful curve; her eyes gleamed like peach blossoms. Her petite face


    was framed by flowing locks that cascaded softly down to her chest, exuding the enchanting allure


    Southern beauty. When she smiled, her warmth and intelligence shone through, captivating the hearts


    of all who beheld her.


    Wedding days are often seen as the most cherished and breathtaking moments for brides.


    Unfortunately, today, this bride married someone who was not her heart’s desire.


    The bride’s gown was worth millions, adorned with meticulous diamonds. A Spanish tailor spent a


    month crafting this bejeweled masterpiece.


    Arnold was awestruck as he saw the dress, taking him back to his youth when he walked home with a


    girl in her school uniform.


    “How do I look?” Summer nced back at the mirror.


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    Arnold usually dressed casually, but his wedding suit entuated his tall and graceful physique.


    “You’re gorgeous,” he leaned in and touched her shoulder. At that moment, he noticed a faint red mark


    where the wedding dress had gently pressed against her skin.


    Noticing where his gazended, Summer’s jaw tightened, and she quickly muttered, “It’s just a slightly


    tight fit. I can manage.”


    “I’m sorry,” Arnold apologized and quickly withdrew his hand.


    “I never expected that the person who knows me best would one day forget my size,” Summer tilted


    her head and gave him a faint smile.


    Arnold’s heart remained hollow and vacant as her mouth curved into a gentle smile.


    He stood up and said, “That day was solely to save someone’s life-I never intended to embarrass you.


    I’m


    sorry.”


    Summer and Arnold hadn’t met ever since the day of the birthday banquet. Mark and udia


    orchestrated the wedding arrangements.


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    Up,ced him directly, and recounted, “On my eighteenth birthday, when my parents were busy with


    work, you took me outte at night. We climbed the tallest mountain in the city, and when I grew tired,


    you carried me to the summit. At midnight, we gazed upon the beautiful night view of the city. view. You


    told me we should always be this happy in the future.”


    “I knew right then that you liked me.”


    Her mouth twitched, and she continued, “I am twenty-two now. I threw a birthday party that was more


    extravagant than ever. Everyone congratted me, except for you. You were being cold to me.”


    “Arnold, do you still have any feelings for me?”


    The question lingered as Arnold stared at Summer, and a grave hollow filled his heart. His silence grew


    heavier as he struggled to find the right words to respond.