Chapter 537 Are You Not Feeling Well?
Sarah thought, 'This man is perhaps too ostentatious, making an entrance as grand as a celebrity on the red carpet.'
After a moment, the sound of two distinct sets of footsteps echoed from above. A pair of black dress shoes and cream-colored high heels came into view, adding a heightened sense of mystery with their rhythmic approach.
Thump—thump—
The click-clack of high heels echoed rhythmically on the floor, synchronizing with the man's stride beside her. It was as though a captivating melody was drawing nearer, unveiling their flawless figures.
The onlookers held their breath involuntarily.
In their view, the man's long legs were encased in a custom-tailored suit, exuding a cool aura that commanded respect and pressure, reminiscent of a natural-born leader descending from the clouds.
His companion, clinging to his arm, was dressed in a pearl-white beaded gown that seemed divinely crafted. Her poised and gentle demeanor was breathtaking as if she was not of this world.
The spotlight angled onto them as if they were draped in a holy radiance.
As they descended the stairs, step by step, their faces finally became clear.
The presence of the man and woman left everyone breathless, mesmerized by the striking contrast of their exquisitely beautiful features, impossible to ignore.
Sarah stood rooted to the spot, her body trembling uncontrollably!
A stabbing pain spread from his heart throughout his body in an instant!
'How could it be… The eldest Harrington heir, how could he possess such a face?!'
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Benjamin approached step by step with his date.
Everyone gasped at the sight.
The crowd could not recognize the woman by his side…
But this Benjamin, how come he bore such a striking resemblance to Antonio?!
Up close, though, there seemed to be slight differences.
Many exchanged puzzled looks, their curiosity mixed with caution. After all, mentioning such observations could earn the ire of nobility, and nobody wanted to draw the wrath of Benjamin Harrington.
Sarah stood incredulous, her grip on her glass so tight her knuckles turned white. She felt suffocated as her vision blurred with tears, watching the face that had haunted her dreams approach through the crowd.
'Could it be him?
'Antonio? Is that you?
'If it is, how on earth did you turn into the heir of the Harrington family? If not, why do you look exactly like him?!' Sarah thought.
She gazed obsessively at the figure, unsure if her eyes were deceiving her, even more uncertain if she was hallucinating.
People behind her jostled past, eager to make their presence known to Benjamin, buzzing around to curry favor.
No one else cared whether he resembled Antonio or not.
At that moment, he was simply Benjamin Harrington, a man with significant clout.
Sarah belatedly realized and walked toward him, seemingly entranced. She resembled a newly surfaced mermaid in agonizing pain with every step, yet each stride resolute and unwavering.
She wanted to be sure if it really was him...
If it was, she yearned to tell him… how deeply she missed him.
The chatter around Sarah was like a busy tone in her ears. She could hear nothing but the increasingly distinct pounding of her heart.
Approaching the man she sought, she felt her heart might leap out of her chest.
Suddenly, an unexpected force slammed into her from behind.
Sarah was caught off guard and tumbled to the ground, the glass in her hand shattering upon impact. She instinctively protected her abdomen and attempted to rise but quickly realized she had twisted her ankle.
"My apologies... I'm so sorry."
The young man who had bumped into Sarah tried to help her up but hesitated, not knowing quite where to start. Offering a regretful expression, he said, "I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you alright, Ms. Miller?"
Sarah shook her head. Just as she was about to speak, she noticed the unusual silence around her.
Still dazed, she looked up to find the crowd had parted, creating a pathway. The man at the center of it all stepped towards her as if he were walking in starlight.
Under everyone's gaze, he bent down and lifted Sarah up with his strong arms. "Madam, are you okay?"
His voice was familiar yet so foreign, and it pierced straight through to Sarah's core.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, tears began to cascade down her cheeks uncontrollably.
'Is it him? It has to be, right?'
Sarah's eyes fixated on the face before her. Her grip tightened on his arm, fearing he would vanish if she let go. She tried to speak, but it felt like a fishbone was lodged in her throat—no sound emerged.
Benjamin felt the increasing squeeze of her hand on his arm, and his brows furrowed in concern.
Seeing Sarah holding her abdomen, he feared something was terribly wrong. "Madam? Are you feeling unwell?"
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