Revenge On Crazy Husband
7. Wedding Day

Larisa's marriage is in front of her eyes now. Only a few hours left to go to the wedding. While waiting for the appointed time to come, Larisa tried very hard not to laugh much.

She's happy.

She is so happy to be married today.

Is this what all women feel when they face their marriage? The feeling where the heart is pounding hard and everything feels blurred by enthusiasm.

Ah, waiting another two hours is a long time.

"Didn't you show a little too much happiness on your face?" whispered someone from behind Larisa's chair.

Through the mirror in front of him Larisa could see how neat and orderly the man was. He put on a flat expression of his, staring at Larisa also through the reflection of the mirror.

Because of that expression, Larisa smiled.

"The bride should smile, right?"

"I feel your desire to mutilate someone from that smile, No-na Mu-da."

Larisa. Slightly snorted because he could not say he was wrong. "Call me Madam."

"Sad."

"There is no harm in smiling even when thinking of mutilating people. Even on the wedding day." Larisa lifted her head and smiled again. "Who is unhappy to be Young Master Lawrence's wife?"

They were the family that made Uncle and Mother not even budge, so obviously Larisa could only be happy.

Very very happy.

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"Demetrio Lawrence begged for Larisa Octavia's love again until finally insisting on marrying her again."

The one who said that sentence was none other than Demetrio when a number of makeup artists paired the bridal outfit to his burly body.

"After several days of breaking ties with Viviane Sudirmojo, Demetrio soon got married. It is noteworthy that Demetrio and Larisa's relationship returned to blossom a few months before the revelation of their relationship."

Demetrio's loyal servant immediately said, "That's what's spread all over the media, Young Master."

A very unfunny slander but strangely it even sounds quite interesting.

"I've seen him change a little." Demetrio just seemed to enjoy it when everyone out there thought he was begging for love. "But I didn't think he'd stop being boring."

"I assume you chose silence over Miss, Young Master?"

"Hm? No. gabe. It's already gone." Demetrio stared at his reflection in the mirror.

White wedding clothes with gold accents that look very majestic even though this shirt is purchased instantly.

Handsome is everything. These cheap clothes now look like clothes that have been stitched for weeks by professional tailors.

"Spread the news that my future wife is pregnant. Adorn with things as you please."

"You sure, Young Master? The Big Lord will reprimand you if—"

"No problem. She'll be pregnant soon too."

Precisely because that's the problem. If Larisa gets pregnant soon enough, people will think she's pregnant first and Lawrence's family's reputation will be compromised.

But if Demetrio has denied a suggestion, it means he does not want to be invited to discuss. Just do it as ordered.

"I will spread the additional news that Young Miss is looking forward to this marriage since the last two years."

Demetrio smiled slightly. Ah, that's funny too. Because Demetrio knew the last two years his cat was only harboring hatred and not the wait for marriage.

Well, whatever. After all, he started it himself.

"Demetry." The door of the room opened followed by the appearance of Mama with her magnificent dress.

The fan in the woman's hand showed how serious Mama was even when this sudden event was held.

"You're done? Comeondown. Your father's been waiting."

"Good." Demetrio. Walk up to Mom and hold her. "I'm handsome, Ma?"

"Are you ever not?"

Never, anyway.

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