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Chapter 223

Penulis: Vivi Anne
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-31 16:09:38

Lucas’s POV

The reception hall buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses, but my heart pounded like a drum, each beat echoing the nervous excitement that had gripped me since waking to Olivia’s face that morning.

My chest heaved, my throat tightening as I wove through the crowd, my hands trembling with the weight of the decision I’d made—proposing to Olivia, here, today, to make our love permanent, legally bound.

My chest ached with the love that anchored me to her, my hands steadying as I spotted Olivia’s father, Mr Richards, near the bar, his familiar broad shoulders a beacon in the chaos.

My heart thudded, my jaw grinding with the need to speak to him, to reaffirm the promise I’d made when I sought his blessing to marry her years ago, a promise I’d broken but now vowed to keep.

I approached, my voice low, my hands gesturing, my heart guarded with nerves. “Mr Richards, can we talk?”

I said, my throat tightening, my chest heaving with the weight of my intent.

He turned, his eyes
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