A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

Oh no.

Now, whenever she was in close contact with Vincent, she thought of messy things.

Thomas, who was standing behind Vincent and Lyana, saw the Second Petty Officer’s actions. He opened his mouth slightly, then closed it silently.

His Second Young Master was so overbearing today, like he was announcing that the Second Young Lady was his wife.

Didn’t the Royer family already know that the Second Young Master was married?

He was probably doing this to warn the young elder master Royer not to think about the second young lady anymore.

However, he was a little puzzled.

Second Young Master was here today to attend the death anniversary of his ex-fiancee, the eldest daughter of the Royer family. Now, not only did he bring his current wife to attend the anniversary of her death, but he also pretended to be intimate with her.

The Royer family really doesn’t care?

Vincent entered with Lyana in his arms. Thomas walked behind, box in hand.

When the three of them arrived in the middle of the Royer family garden, William and Lyam left the room.

When they saw Vincent and Lyana, they were both amazed.

Lyam’s gaze fell on Vincent’s hand, which was wrapped around Lyana’s waist. His eyes were filled with surprise.

Had Second Brother recovered from his phobia of women?

Or could it be that their Sugar is so charming that she directly cured Vincent’s illness?

Lyam’s mind is racing, and he doesn’t know what to say.

William watched Vincent squeeze Lyana’s waist and frowned slightly. Vincent was clearly taking advantage of Sugar!

Lyana didn’t think too much about it. A soft smile appeared on her face and she greeted:

– Brother William, Brother Lyam.

She had just greeted them when she was pulled into Vincent’s arms. She looked up at Vincent in confusion and met his deep eyes.

His eyes seemed to speak, silently warning him not to get too close to other men.

Lyana blinked innocently, looking helpless.

She felt Vincent’s hand holding her waist and his thumb rubbing her, which made her feel a bit itchy. She couldn’t lose her temper.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

For some reason, she sensed that Vincent was jealous.

She slowly lowered her gaze, her heart in shambles. She remembered Vincent saying he loved her that night.

– Sister Lyna.

– Sister Lyna.

William and Lyam screamed at the same time.

In order to protect Sugar’s identity, the two dared not call Lyana “Sugar” outside.

They looked exceptionally happy. They didn’t look sad at all.

Vincent looked at William and Lyam with indifference. His gaze finally landed on William’s face, and his eyes darkened.

William met Vincent’s gaze. His expression was calm and he said:

– Come in.

Vincent and Lyana followed her.

At this moment, a young girl was standing not far from the garden. She was wearing a white dress, and her hair was disheveled. Her gaze was fixed on Vincent’s hand, which was wrapped around Lyana’s waist. She frowned.

She clenched her fists, her fingernails digging into her palms.

After a long time, she let go and angrily snatched a rose.

She tore the petals from the roses one by one and threw them on the ground.

She watched Vincent and Lyana leave, her eyes red with anger.

The pitiful petals of the roses had all been removed. She trampled them.

It seemed that Brother Vincent had long forgotten him.

She had been by his side for so long, but he had never taken her seriously.

He was particularly good at lying. He made it clear he had an aversion to women and wouldn’t allow anyone near him. Now he had taken the initiative to hug the waist of this little b*tch, completely ignoring the stares of others.

For what ?

What’s wrong with her?

She had given up everything for him, but she had lost everything.

At that moment, she felt the air around her thin. It was a bit stuffy.

What pained her the most was that when Vincent and Lyana stood together, they were truly a handsome man and a beautiful woman. They were perfectly matched.

If the person standing next to Vincent was her, they would definitely be more compatible.

How could Lyana, that little country whore, meet Vincent, when she could only live like a rat?