Chapter 225 What Are You Going to Do to My Wife?
The engagement ceremony was held at a luxurious hotel in the area.
Due to Mortimer's special status, the hotel was booked entirely, and many royal guards were outside maintaining order on the day of the engagement ceremony.
However, Mortimer's family didn't seem to like Nora very much. None of Mortimer's family attended their engagement ceremony.
But because Mortimer was a prince, many people who supported or wanted to curry favor with him attended.
So there were still quite a few people at the engagement ceremony.
Nora actually knew that Mortimer's family didn't like her.
Mortimer's grandfather, King Cappadocia, went to his castle to see him the day after they set the engagement date.
At that time, King Cappadocia was probably coming for her, but before she had a chance to meet King Cappadocia, Mortimer took him away first.
She didn't know what Mortimer and King Cappadocia talked about, but after that, King Cappadocia never came to see her again.
It was also from that time that Nora learned that Mortimer was actually the grandson of the King of Drakonia and had been exceptionally made a prince of Drakonia.
When Nora found out this news, she was completely stunned.
How could she, an orphaned insignificant painter, know the prince of Drakonia and fall in love with him? It was like a dream.
She felt that she must have some skills.
After learning about Mortimer's identity, Nora had hesitated and wanted to give him a better choice. After all, she was just a painter; she couldn't offer him any help.
He could easily marry the daughter of an official to help consolidate his position.
At the very least, marrying the daughter of a wealthy family would be much more beneficial than marrying her.
However, the usually gentle and elegant Mortimer was furious when he heard her suggestion that day.
He further conveyed to her that without her, he would find life unbearable, and those power and status meant nothing to him.
Since then, she never dared to suggest that he marry someone else.
Nora finished her makeup, styled her hair, and changed into an elegant dress in the hotel's dressing room.
Looking at her exquisitely dressed and noble self in the mirror, Nora felt a bit dazed. She was about to get engaged to Mortimer.
But she felt very calm inside, without any excitement.
She felt like she was completing a task, and everything that was happening was not what she wanted, but what she felt she should do.
A voice in her head kept telling her that she loved Mortimer and wanted to marry him, but she couldn't feel the sensation of love.
Her inner calm was such that she didn't even feel as joyful as when she completed a satisfactory painting.
The master of ceremonies came to urge her, "Ms. Foster, it's time. You should go on stage. The prince is already waiting for you."
Hearing that, Nora snapped back to reality, collected herself, and stood up.
Surrounded by a group of people, she walked out of the dressing room and headed towards the banquet hall.
Mortimer was already standing on the luxurious stage, wearing a black suit, with a faint smile on his face, looking handsome and noble.
He was handsome, noble, and with a good personality.
Such a perfect man was the prince charming in the hearts of countless women and the best son-in-law in the hearts of many.
Everyone below the stage thought Nora was incredibly lucky.
Nora also felt it, but she just didn't feel excited.
She forced a smile on her face, trying to make herself look happy and joyful.
Then, she walked step by step onto the stage and stopped in front of Mortimer.
Mortimer looked at Nora gently, his clear eyes sparkling with excitement.
Then he said, "Nora, I have imagined countless times the scene of getting engaged to you. Today, one of my wishes is finally coming true. My biggest wish is to marry you, and I believe that wish won't be too far off."
Nora didn't know how to respond, so she just kept smiling.
Since there were no elders from either side attending, the ceremony was very simple.
The master of ceremonies brought up the engagement ring, and with the blessing words from the host, Mortimer picked up the ring, ready to put it on Nora.
Mortimer remarked, "Nora, I love you. From now on, you are my fiancée."
Nora raised her left hand and extended it to Mortimer.
Mortimer gently held her fair left hand, his movements gentle and careful, as if holding a rare treasure.
Then, he took the ring and prepared to put it on Nora's finger.
But just as the ring touched Nora's fingertip, a loud noise suddenly came from the entrance of the banquet hall.
The doors of the banquet hall were forcibly pushed open.
The loud noise attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked towards the entrance, their faces showing curiosity.
"What's going on? What made such a loud noise?"
"It seems someone broke in. They don't look friendly. Could they be here to cause trouble?"
"Who dares to cause trouble at the prince's engagement ceremony? Are they tired of living?"
"Could it be Mortimer's enemies from Horizonia coming to Drakonia for revenge?"
"This is Drakonia. How dare they, that's incredibly bold!"
Everyone was talking.
In the chaos, over a hundred uniformed bodyguards rushed into the banquet hall, pushing the guests to the sides.
The bodyguards stood in two neat rows, forming a long passage.
Then, a bodyguard pushed a wheelchair slowly into the banquet hall.
A young man was sitting in the wheelchair.
He was dressed in black. Even sitting in the wheelchair, it was clear that he had a tall figure and exuded an imposing presence that couldn't be ignored.
Large sunglasses covered half of his face, yet they couldn't hide his striking good looks.
Just by looking at half of his face, one could tell that he was an irresistibly handsome man!
The wheelchair was pushed closer to the stage, and a dangerous aura emanated from him, creating a tense and terrifying atmosphere in the entire banquet hall.
On the stage, Mortimer and Nora also looked towards the entrance upon hearing the commotion.
They both saw the man being pushed in the wheelchair.
Nora felt a strange sense of familiarity, her heart trembling slightly, but that feeling quickly disappeared.
She was puzzled for a moment but didn't think much of it.
However, Mortimer's face changed drastically when he saw the man in the wheelchair. His eyes turned cold and dark, his hands clenched tightly, and he glared at the man in the wheelchair with a look of rage.
The wheelchair stopped less than ten feet from the stage, and the man in the wheelchair stared at the stage.
His eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses, making it impossible to see them, but it was clear that he and Mortimer were locked in a dangerous stare.
"Mortimer, what are you planning to do with my wife?" the man said coldly.
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