Lily Shaw no longer suppressed the pain in her heart, no longer held back the cries of anguish that reached her lips. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, quickly slipping out and rolling down.
A well-maintained, fair arm extended before her, holding a white handkerchief.
In this era, few people use handkerchiefs. Lily Shaw instinctively looked up, seeing a stranger's face.
The owner of the handkerchief had refined, sharp features. Beneath his high, prominent nose, his perfectly shaped lips were tightly closed. The tailored craftsmanship of his bespoke suit accentuated his increasingly handsome and elegant appearance, yet there was not a trace of emotion on his face.
Those deep brown eyes were filled with anger: Lily Shaw, how dare you shed tears for another man!
His gaze fell on Lily Shaw's delicate, petite face. Seeing the traces of tears on her face, the man restrained the anger in his heart.
Lily Shaw opened her mouth to say thank you, but her cherry red lips parted and could no longer suppress the humiliation and anger within, and she cried her heart out, ignoring her image!
Aiden Grant raised his distinctly jointed right hand, held her head to lean on him, and used his other hand with slight force to lift and hold her in his arms.
"Lily Shaw, don't cry." Aiden Grant's series of actions were entirely instinctive, his heart guiding his actions—acting on a whim as he wished.
He pressed Lily Shaw's head, forcing her to quell her sobs, his strong arms holding her like a child, allowing her to cling entirely to his body.
After walking for a full half hour in silence, Aiden Grant finally stopped, holding the shattered Lily Shaw.
Lily Shaw had red and swollen eyes, her lips were swollen from biting too hard, and coupled with Aiden Grant's less than gentle actions earlier, she now looked like a wounded little animal.
With her tear-filled eyes looking at the magnified unfamiliar face, Lily Shaw stared blankly at Aiden Grant, seemingly still in a daze.
"Lily Shaw, lift your head," Aiden Grant gently said, and as Lily Shaw obediently lifted her head cooperatively, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eye, saying indulgently, "You really are a crybaby."
The soft laughter brought Lily Shaw back to her senses, and she happened to see the water stains on Aiden Grant's chest. Apologetically, she said, "I'm sorry, I've dirtied your suit. Leave me your phone number, and I'll pay you back."
"Lily Shaw, I don't need that money. If you insist on compensating, then compensate yourself to me." Aiden Grant looked at her and said with unusual seriousness.
Lily Shaw stared at him dumbfounded, bewildered by his words. Her fiancé, half an hour before the wedding, eloped with her half-sister.
Now this man wanted her to compensate herself to him because she dirtied his suit? Since when had she become so cheap?
"Lily Shaw, our wedding is to take place in an hour; you have half an hour left to daydream." Aiden Grant gazed intently at Lily Shaw's face, saying very seriously.
Lily Shaw let out a snort of laughter: "I don't even know who you are. Why should I marry you?"
"Marrying me is the best revenge against them!" Aiden Grant's voice was low, carrying a hint of temptation.
"You're the man Crystal Shaw is marrying today?" Lily Shaw chuckled lightly and looked seriously into Aiden Grant's eyes, "Alright. I agree. But I have a condition."
Aiden Grant's handsome brows furrowed slightly: "What is it?"
Seeing Aiden Grant's dismissive attitude, Lily Shaw laughed again, "Eldest Young Master Grant, we will only have the wedding, but not register the marriage."