Chapter 561 Francis, I'm Leaving
These words immediately sparked a heated discussion, turning the crowd into a boiling pot of noise.
The wedding ceremony couldn't proceed.
Francis was the first to rush to the door.
When he saw Jessica standing there in her beautiful wedding dress, Francis's heart felt like it was being roasted in a furnace, a searing pain that consumed him.
At that moment, almost all emotions surged into Francis's heart, torturing him madly.
The only source of happiness for Francis was seeing Jessica stunningly beautiful in her wedding dress.
With her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, she didn't even need to smile; just standing there was enough to make Francis's heart race and his mind whirl.
Francis didn't say a word and was almost obsessively, madly staring at Jessica.
He thought that if he looked a little longer, he could engrave Jessica's beautiful image in his mind forever.
And he even despicably thought that Jessica's wedding dress was for him to see, belonging only to him.
The people around were talking and laughing noisily.
But Francis and Jessica seemed not to hear the chaos; they just quietly looked at each other.
Francis and Jessica remained composed, neither crying nor smiling.
At that instant, it appeared that their eyes and hearts were entirely consumed by each other.
Time slowed to a crawl, and the air around them grew still.
Jessica slightly parted her red lips, smiled, and spoke.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to ruin your wedding."
"It made me feel like we weren't as close as I thought since you didn't invite me to your wedding."
"Your wedding day is filled with joy; I wouldn't miss the chance to come and give you my best wishes!"
Jessica's voice was so calm and gentle.
Listening to Jessica's words, Francis felt his mind go blank.
Francis couldn't remember what Jessica said afterward.
The only thing he remembered was the smile that bloomed on Jessica's face.
And the countless times before when Jessica called his name.
"Jessica."
With trembling lips, Francis painfully called out her name.
When Celia saw Jessica also in a wedding dress, making a grand entrance at her wedding, she couldn't hold back any longer.
She didn't need to pretend anymore and rushed over.
Celia wanted to reclaim her rightful place as Francis's wife.
"Jessica, this is my wedding, how dare you come?"
"Haven't you hurt me enough? I've lost my baby, I can never be a mother again, Francis has decided to marry me, to live a happy life with me. Why did you come?"
"I've been kind enough to you, today is my wedding day, I order you to leave immediately."
Jessica just looked at her calmly. "Celia, if you haven't done anything wrong, you wouldn't be afraid of me. What are you afraid of now?"
"Of course, I'm not afraid of you, I just don't welcome you here. After all, no woman would be happy to see the woman who seduced her husband at her wedding."
"Celia." Francis suddenly scolded her, his eyes turning sharp.
"Watch your words."
Francis's defense made Celia even angrier, her jealousy soaring.
Celia suddenly lost control.
"Jessica, you bitch, get out of here."
"I'm telling you, I won't let anyone ruin my wedding with Francis."
With that, Celia raised her hand and slapped Jessica hard.
"Celia, stop!"
Francis shouted, almost immediately reaching out to stop her.
He nearly reached it, but due to the angle, he fell short.
Just as Celia's hand was about to land on Jessica's face, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly.
The force was nearly powerful enough to crush Celia's bones.
A wave of pain surged through her body, making Celia gasp in agony, her body shivering and drenched in a cold sweat.
"Who are you? How dare you interfere?"
Celia looked at Vincent with dissatisfaction.
Vincent exuded a cold, murderous aura, his eyes sweeping over Celia, his voice was chillingly icy.
"Who are you dare to lay a hand on Jessica?"
"You should be grateful you didn't hit Jessica, or your hand would suffer serious consequences."
With that, his eyes turned fierce, and he tightened his grip, making Celia cry out in pain.
"My hand hurts."
"My hand hurts, let go of me, let go of me."
Seeing Celia's face turn pale with pain, glistening with cold sweat, it was clear she was nearing her limit.
After two more minutes, Vincent finally let go.
As he released her, Celia, caught off guard, fell to the ground.
Instantly, Celia's hair was disheveled, her clothes stained, looking utterly miserable.
Celia fixed her gaze on Jessica, her hatred intensifying.
Anger flooded her eyes as she confronted her, "Jessica, why did you come?"
"Francis has chosen me. Why do you shamelessly ruin our love?"
With that, Celia broke down in tears, her sobs echoing with heartache.
Jessica looked over, realizing that no matter the situation, this was always Celia's go-to tactic.
Celia must have cried like this in front of Francis, making his heart soften.
But such despicable, insincere tricks, Jessica never learned in all these years.
A person that didn't belong to Jessica, wouldn't use such means to keep.
Even if Jessica succeeded, it would be meaningless.
Jessica wanted true love, trust, a unique choice, unwavering love, and protection.
Not pity, deceit, or a little sympathy.
"Celia, you're wrong."
"I never intended to ruin your wedding; I came to bless you."
Jessica's eyes fell on Francis and Celia. "Today is a good day, the weather is nice, sunny and clear, perfect for a wedding, a lucky day, so I wish you a happy marriage, a lifetime of love."
Then, Jessica's eyes gently fell on Francis.
"Besides blessing you, I also came to say goodbye."
"Goodbye?"
Francis's lips trembled, his heart feeling like it was being torn apart.
He could hardly believe what she was saying and felt an overwhelming urge to stop listening altogether.
Suppressing his impulse, Francis almost roared, "Explain, what do you mean by goodbye? Are you leaving?"
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