All Chapters of Save it, Mr Arrogant! I Dumped You After Reborn.: Chapter 291 - Chapter 295

Evelyn POVI opened my mouth."Don't," he said gently. "Let me finish. I love you. I have loved you since the day you sat on a bus in Bangria and held a stranger with a gun because you were too afraid to say no and too brave to scream. I'd love you every single second, Evelyn." He paused."And I know you love me, maybe not in the way I love you and not the way I wanted you to love me. You love me the way you love a person who showed up at the right time, held you when you needed holding, and made you feel safe when nothing else did. That's real, Evelyn. I'm not dismissing it. But it's not the kind of love that builds a life."My eyes burned. "Gabriel—""But Vincent loves you better and in the right way that you deserve, more than Adrian or me.""I wiped my eyes. "You asked him to take the children? That's why they're here?""I transferred legal guardianship to him the night before I left. Vincent was the safest person I knew, and I was going into something I might not have come back f

Evelyn POVSix months later...My wedding dress was so beautiful that it felt like a sin to even wear it.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying my best not to cry; I didn't want to ruin my makeup. A lot has changed since that time. For the first time, I've experienced love in the brightest, sweetest ways ever. Vincent had showered me with love that overwhelmed me so much that occasionally, I'd find myself wondering if it was real. Did I deserve so much of this love?Vincent had proposed to me on a rainy night. He'd been jittery the entire day, occassionally I'll catch him staring at me and when I look towards him, he'd turn away. Well, by evening on the same day, in the quiet of Crescent Harbour beach, he'd asked me to be his wife, stumbling over the words repeatedly before he got it right. And here I was, finally getting married. Margaret Whitmore was in a maximum holding facility that allowed Adrian to visit her twice a month. Isabella was sentenced to fifteen years, al

Evelyn The hotel suite door hadn't fully closed before Vincent's mouth was on mine.He kissed me the way he'd wanted to kiss me at the altar; I knew that now. The ceremony kiss had been restrained, appropriate, a firm press of lips followed by the polite applause of three hundred guests. This was the real one. The one he'd been holding for hours, through the vows and the toasts and the first dance and the endless parade of well-wishers who shook his hand and kissed my cheek while his fingers dug into my waist beneath the tablecloth.He walked me backwards into the suite without breaking the kiss, his hands tangled in my hair, pulling the pins free one by one, letting the curls tumble down my back. The updo that had taken two hours to construct came apart in seconds beneath his fingers, and I felt the weight of my hair fall around my shoulders and his groan of satisfaction against my mouth."I've been thinking about doing that since the first look," he said, his voice low and rough,