Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 23

Next to us, the onlookers couldn't help but cheer, "Say yes, say yes!"

These people only saw the deep affection Lawrence displayed, but they didn't know he was rotten to the core.

By doing this, he was also trying to force me.

I looked at Lawrence kneeling there, feeling no waves in my heart.

Instead, I felt it was a completely ironic farce.

When Lawrence proposed, I was deeply in love, and it was sweet.

I remember, at that time, I couldn't wait to introduce him to my parents, sharing the joy of having a boyfriend like Lawrence.

But after my parents met him, they weren't as happy for me as I thought they would be.

Their attitude towards Lawrence was somewhat cold and indifferent.

At that time, I even explained to Lawrence with a heartache, "My parents don't dislike you, they just don't know you well and feel like you've taken their precious daughter, so they are a bit unhappy.

Once you visit my home a few more times and they get to know you better, I believe my parents will like you."

Lawrence was indeed a bit sad, but he didn't take it out on me; instead, he treated me even better.

Then, one day, he suddenly took me shopping, and while we were shopping, he disappeared. Just as I was looking for him, he told me which direction to go.

Soon after, I encountered the first person who gave me flowers, then the second, the third, and when I reached the street he mentioned, there were arrows and human-shaped dolls leading me to the Le Château Gourmet restaurant.

I saw Lawrence in a tailcoat, playing this song with deep affection. At that moment, it was as if a beam of light shone on him, making him look holy and beautiful, handsome and charming.

My heart was pounding, almost jumping out of my chest, and my eyes were filled with emotion and excitement.

After that, his proposal and our embrace were all natural progressions.

But now, my feelings have long changed, and I find it ironic.

However, since Lawrence and I are both acting now, I couldn't just turn around and leave.

My eyes turned slightly red, as if I was about to cry, but my tone was stubborn, "I don't remember."

Lawrence suddenly looked up at me, a flash of disappointment on his face, but when he saw my red eyes, his coldness instantly dissipated, replaced by tenderness, "It's okay if you don't remember, I'll find a way to make you remember everything, one by one."

I didn't give him an answer, just said lightly, "I'm hungry."

Lawrence immediately reacted, then thoughtfully cut the steak for me and poured the red wine.

Even though I didn't respond much to him, he patiently introduced the red wine to me and talked about the interesting things he had encountered recently.

I appropriately softened my attitude towards him, as if we had reconciled a bit after this "romantic date" he had carefully prepared.

A few days later, as my parents' death anniversary approached, Lawrence brought it up, "Melinda, on your parents' death anniversary, let me go with you."

My first reaction was actually to refuse.

Because whenever I think about how I went against my parents' wishes to be with this bad man Lawrence, who also harmed my child, letting him go to my parents' grave would only taint that place.

Lawrence seemed to anticipate my refusal and interrupted me, "Melinda, now that your parents are gone, you have no other relatives in this world. They must be most concerned about you. Don't you want to ease their minds?

If I go with you, they will know that you have someone to rely on and that you are doing well now. This way, your parents can rest in peace, right?"

He is very good at manipulating people's hearts.

I was already wavering, and constantly refusing him would easily arouse his suspicion. Now that he said this, I naturally couldn't refuse and had to agree, "Okay!"

Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief when he heard me agree.

On the day of the death anniversary.

The sky was clear, it was a good day.

Early in the morning, Lawrence drove me to my parents' grave.

Lawrence prepared a bottle of fine wine and a bouquet of carnations. He always thought that Kyle loved to drink and my mom, Chloe Jenkins, liked carnations.

My parents actually tolerated the things he brought because of me.

Seeing these two items, I remained calm on the surface but couldn't help but smile bitterly inside.

How foolish I was back then, not realizing that Lawrence never truly cared. His efforts were all about pleasing me and discovering my preferences, but false pretenses will eventually show cracks. Unfortunately, I realized it too late.

As we approached, I noticed a bouquet of lilies and a box of tea leaves in front of the grave, along with a box of desserts in the center of the grave.

The dessert was Chloe's favorite, and it was from her favorite dessert shop, an old store that hadn't expanded over the years, known only to those who were very close.

The first person I suspected was Christopher.

He had stayed at my house for a while and knew my parents' preferences, so it wasn't surprising.

I knelt in front of the grave, my hand lightly touching the dessert, which was still warm. It seemed Christopher had queued up early to buy it and had just left not long ago.

Lawrence didn't find it strange that someone had come to pay their respects earlier. After all, my parents were always kind to people, and many had good relationships with them. Otherwise, why would the old employees of the company still take care of me after my parents passed away?

Seeing me paying my respects, he also knelt beside me and joined in.

I knelt in front of the grave, looking at the photos of my parents on the tombstone, and couldn't stop my tears from falling.

Mom and Dad, Melinda misses you so much.

I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, you were wise all your lives, nurturing and educating me so carefully, but I was foolish and deceived by Lawrence, betraying your years of education.

I even caused harm to my daughter, your granddaughter.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Lawrence saw me crying and hurriedly and nervously wiped my tears, gently comforting me, "Melinda, don't cry, I'm here."

Then, he kowtowed to my parents' grave and swore, "Mom and Dad, don't worry, I will take care of Melinda. I swear, if I fail, I will be punished!"

After saying that, he turned to me, "Melinda, I swore in front of your parents that I will be devoted to you and won't deceive you. Please give me a chance, forgive me, and don't divorce me, okay?"

This was Lawrence's plan, to swear in front of my parents, knowing that I am soft-hearted and fragile, and in his eyes, easily deceived. He thought I would be moved.

He is so ruthless that he isn't afraid of being punished. Such a vicious oath came easily to him, not realizing that some things, even if you don't believe in them, should be treated with reverence.

I looked at him through my tears, "Okay, I forgive you. Remember your words, I have no other relatives, you are my everything now. You can't disappoint me again, or else I, I..."

I seemed too weak to even finish a harsh sentence.

Lawrence, as usual, excitedly pulled me into his arms, "I won't, Melinda. I love you. I will treat you well, better than before. You must believe me."

I forced myself to suppress the nausea and didn't push Lawrence away, but he was so filthy now that just being near him made me feel a stench.

However, somewhat unfortunately, I saw Christopher standing not far away.