Chapter 432 The Person Beside Beside Him Wasn't Lauren
"Don't let anyone know who you are from now on."
Quentin spoke without looking up, his eyes clouded with sadness.
He gave a few quick instructions and then, with a cold expression, left the room.
As he scanned the hall, he immediately spotted Lauren in the crowd.
But right now, everything felt a bit bleak.
The person standing beside him wasn't Lauren, but someone else.
However, to save Matthew, it was all worth it.
"Quentin."
A sweet voice called out from the crowd.
Odette, dressed in a pristine white wedding gown, drew envious looks.
The gown, crafted by Olive, was truly beautiful, adorned with tiny sparkles like a galaxy.
However, the bow at the waist seemed out of place.
If Odette hadn't thrown a fit in the bridal shop for half an hour, Olive would never have added such a tacky detail to her creation.
"Let's get started," Odette said gently, smiling at the photographer.
But this gentleness was repulsive.
Odette hadn't been kind to these people lately. To avoid making the same mistakes as last time, she was much more cautious this time.
Everyone around looked at Odette with envy, except for Lauren, who stood alone.
This was the Quentin she had loved for years. It all felt like a dream, now watching him take wedding photos with another woman right in front of her. It was truly cruel for Lauren.
Odette looked at Lauren with smug satisfaction, flaunting her victory as she clung tightly to Quentin.
"Mr. Robinson, please smile and hold the bride close."
The photographer smiled awkwardly.
Quentin's expression was icy, devoid of any happiness, like a robot completing a task.
Quentin didn't want to be with Odette. If it weren't necessary, he wouldn't have resorted to this.
He looked at the photographer reluctantly, his eyes warning him of his displeasure. He stood straight, his hand casually resting on Odette's shoulder.
Odette, dissatisfied, wrapped her arms around Quentin's waist and leaned into his chest, speaking softly, "Quentin, don't you like me?"
Odette's pitiful tone made Quentin feel nauseous.
He pushed her away in disgust, suppressing his anger, and coldly said, "Don't be silly. How could I not like you?"
As he spoke, he discreetly took Odette's hand.
The photographer, quick to flatter, chimed in, "Holding hands tightly."
Lauren's heart ached at these words.
No matter how many times she told herself not to care, she couldn't forget Quentin standing before her.
Tears welled up in Lauren's eyes, a wave of sadness washing over her.
Odette smiled brightly at the camera, her eyes drifting to Lauren, eager to see her reaction.
Seeing the scene she had longed for, Odette leaned even more intimately on Quentin's shoulder, their affectionate display unbearable for Lauren.
Her fingernails dug into her palms, drawing blood.
Turning away, Lauren left swiftly. She had anticipated this scenario.
Odette had insisted on taking wedding photos at the villa just to show off in front of her.
No matter how much Lauren tried to steel herself, it was no use.
Seeing Lauren leave, Odette felt triumphant. She didn't want to let Lauren off so easily and feigned concern, calling out, "Miss. Walker, are you feeling unwell?"
With Odette's words, all eyes turned to Lauren.
Her solitary figure commanded respect, starkly contrasting with the lively atmosphere.
Lauren scoffed coldly, leaving the hall without looking back.
The sunlight in the backyard stung her eyes, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Her heart truly ached. Clutching her chest, Lauren heard footsteps behind her and quickly wiped her tears, turning to see Theodosia.
"What are you doing here?"
Most of the servants were either helping out or joining the commotion.
"Just passing by."
Theodosia's big, bright eyes stared at Lauren, her words few as always.
Lauren had a good impression of Theodosia, though she didn't know Theodosia was arranged by Quentin.
"Here."
Seeing the tear streaks on Lauren's face, Theodosia spoke with a warm tone despite her expressionless face.
Lauren had a hunch that Theodosia was the one secretly helping her these days.
Boldly, she asked, "Have you been helping me these days?"
Theodosia's silence confirmed Lauren's suspicion. Smiling softly, she said, "Thank you."
Theodosia blushed at Lauren's gratitude, a rare sight.
"Lauren, why are you slacking off?"
A raspy voice sounded behind Lauren.
She recognized it as Violette's.
Violette's attitude had worsened lately, emboldened by Odette's backing, constantly causing trouble for Lauren.
Violette's daily harassment had escalated, and today she even dared to call Lauren directly.
Lauren had been enduring it, not wanting to stir up trouble.
"Miss Walker doesn't need to slack off," Theodosia interjected, her tone irking Violette.
Violette, feeling empowered by Odette, acted arrogantly, dismissing Theodosia's words.
"You, a newcomer, know nothing."
Violette's condescending attitude infuriated Lauren, but Violette didn't care about Lauren's feelings, thinking Lauren was no longer a threat.
Mockingly, Violette said, "Lauren, why are you staring at me? Do you think you're a princess? You're just a prisoner now. Get to work. Don't you see Mr. Quentin Robinson and Mrs. Odette Robinson taking wedding photos? They'll be dining here tonight."
Violette's deliberate emphasis was meant to provoke Lauren.
Understanding her intent, Lauren looked at Violette with disdain and pulled Theodosia away.
To Lauren's surprise, Violette didn't stop her. But the next moment, Lauren understood why.
As she took a step, a figure suddenly appeared, and a deluge of dirty water rained down. Unable to dodge, Lauren pulled Theodosia behind her.
The filthy water, mixed with vegetable leaves, drenched Lauren. Wearing thin clothes, the cold hit her, and she realized she had been set up.
As if that wasn't enough, seeing Lauren stand there unresponsive, a few bold servants began throwing vegetable leaves at her.
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