Chapter 70


    Chapter 70


    HAZEL


    FOUR YEARS AGO.


    Happy New Year!


    Organizing a wedding in just a month’s time has proven to be an incredibly demanding endeavor.


    Navigating through a myriad of tasks with our wedding nner has left me feeling not just physically


    fatigued, but men tally drained beyond measure. As the countdown to the wedding enters the mere


    three-week mark, I find myself on the cusp of my final wedding dress fitting, a moment that seems


    surreal and fleeting.


    Curiously, it appears that Ravel, my partner in this grand affair, maintains an almost serene disposition


    in contrast to the whirlwind of stress that engulfs me. The lion’s share of responsibilities seems to have


    found a home on my shoulders, extending from the meticulous cake tasting to the selection of napkin


    colors. In this whirlpool of arrangements, I am eternally grateful for the presence of Elenor, whose


    kindness and assistance have been nothing short of a saving grace. Without her, I dare not


    contemte how I might have navigated these overwhelming tasks.


    Dedicating her entire January by rearranging her schedule, she stood by my side unfailingly,


    apanying me to every corner and stepping in where my presence was impossible to spare. I don’t


    lay any me on Ravel for his absence during these moments, as his attention has been utterly


    consumed by his work and Kelvin, his seemingly enigmatic concern.


    The topic of Kelvin rarely finds its way into our conversations, a subject Ravel treats with an air of


    deliberate detachment, urging me consistently to dismiss any worries concerning that particr


    individual. It was only on one asion that Ravel opened up about Kelvin, seeking from me every


    morsel of information within my grasp, down to the intricate details of his social circle. This I provided


    without hesitation, driven by an unwavering desire to contribute in any manner possible.


    Merely a week remains until the deadline Kelvin set for me to produce the money. Histest text serves


    as both a reminder and a menacing threat, making it unequivocally clear that no extension will beN?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    granted under any circumstances. Admittedly, the prospect of thosepromising photos being


    exposed to the world is an unnerving one. Yet, despite this fear, I am resolved to ce my trust in


    Ravel and his ability to navigate the situation.


    Bncing the bag containing the facial products rmended by my makeup artist for achieving that


    perfect bridal glow, I clutch my phone firmly in the other hand. In the midst of this, I engage in a


    conversation with Elenor, deliberating over the choice of bouquet.


    “We’ve settled on artificial flowers,” I reiterate to Elenor, a decisive note in my voice. Our choice stems


    from the genuine desire to prevent any chance of my soon-to-be husband experiencing an allergic


    reaction on our special day. “Eyéry detail, right down to my bouquet, will feature artificial blooms. Not a


    single real flower will grace our presence, ensuring a day devoid of any potential mishaps for both


    myself and Ravel.”


    “Absolutely, the florist is already aware,” Elenor reassured me. “Daisies, right?”


    “Yes, daisies,” I affirmed, knowing that Ravel’s flower allergies had made him indifferent to floral


    preferences. With no particr fondness for any flower, I had chosen daisies as our floral motif.


    As we continued discussing the arrangements, I directed Elenor’s attention to a different matter. “Don’t


    forget to check on your bridesmaid dress before you leave the vicinity. We need to ensure the


    adjustments have been rectified.”


    Elenor nodded in agreement. “Yes, I’ve got it covered. I’m heading to the dress shop right after this


    florist meeting.”


    The topic then took a slightly different turn as frustration crept into Elenor’s voice. “Why on earth isn’t


    my brother pitching in more?” she eximed. “If I can put my work on hold for a whole month due to


    the wedding, he should be capable of doing the same.”


    Neither Elenor nor Anne were informed about Kelvin’s ckmail and the associated chaos, which


    exined theirck of awareness regarding Ravel’s current preupations. the issue of Kelvin directly


    affect Ravel’s financialmitments. “He needs to continue working in order to manage the ongoing


    debit alerts.”


    Elenor’s response was marked by a dismissive scoff. “Believe me, even if Ravel chose to marry you


    every week without lifting


    Chapter 70


    another finger, the wealth of ‘Bluey’ is substantial enough to sustain your children, their children, and


    generations toe.”


    As the elevator arrived at its destination, I stepped out and proceeded toward the entrance, where


    Adam struggled with a shopping bag. A pang of sympathy surged within me, even though I had offered


    to help and been met with a polite refusal. “Leave my fiancé be, Elenor,” I chimed in with a light-hearted


    tone. “I’d rather spare him from undue stress right before the wedding.”


    Elenor’sughter bubbled forth. “The stress you’re putting yourself through might just gift you some


    pre-wedding pimples, you know.”


    My attention shifted involuntarily to the bag I carried, a silent acknowledgment of her prediction. “I’ve


    got a remedy prepared for that,” I admitted. I opened the door and entered the living room, only to


    come to a sudden stop as my gaze fell upon the unexpected scene thaty before me. The room


    seemed to freeze as my eyes darted back and forth between the men present.


    “I’ll get back to you, Elenor,” I managed to say, my voice carrying a mix of disbelief and tension.


    “Make sure you do. Your insights on the dress are still needed. And don’t forget about your


    appointment tomorrow. Love you, girl!”


    “Love you too, Elenor. Take care.” The call ended, and I slowly returned my phone to my purse, all the


    while keeping my gaze locked onto Ravel, my heart racing with a blend of emotions.


    A


    smug smile curved across his lips as he spoke, exuding an air of arrogance. “You wrapped things up


    quite swiftly today,” he remarked, his hands extending with a gesture that beckoned me closer. Setting


    the bag down on an ornate table, Iplied and made my way over to him, almost settling onto the


    sofa before his grip pulled me onto his thigh instead.


    “Did you manage to gather all you required?” he inquired, his voice carrying a nonchnt tone.


    Suppressing my inner turmoil, I managed to respond, keeping myposure intact. “Yes, I obtained


    everything I needed,” I confirmed. My gaze shifted to the presence of the unexpected visitor in the


    room. “But why is Kelvin here?” I questioned, my words loaded with a mix of curiosity and concern.


    “We’re currently discussing his potential jail time and how he might cooperate to secure a lesser


    sentence, all while maintaining his silence to avoid a more severe punishment,” Ravel exined


    matter-of-factly.


    My confusion still lingered, and my grip on Ravel involuntarily tightened. “Wait, did you bring him here


    to pay him off?” I asked, my wordsced with uncertainty.


    Ravel’s chuckle filled the air. “I invited him here to extend one final opportunity before executing my


    n,” he rified. His gaze shifted beyond me, directed at Kelvin. “His friends have already agreed to


    testify in court, pinning the me on him in order to safeguard themselves. They’re prepared to affirm


    that you were coerced by him in those incriminating photos to take those drugs.” Ravel’s grin


    broadened. “ckmail might just be the least of his worries leading to his jail time.”