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“Sorry, I think I got into the wrong car,” Lucy said apologetically, though she made no move to leave.
Turner raised an eyebrow. Without the tag around Lucy’s neck, he might have thought she was trying to grab his attention with some tricks.
With a playful smirk playing at his lips, Turner teased, “You got in the wrong car, huh? So why aren’t you getting out?”
Lucy bit her lip nervously. “Sir, it’s my friend’s wedding today. I’m going to be late. Could you please take me to the Skyline Hotel? I promise I’ll pay for the ride.”
Turner thought, ‘My guess is right. Lucy is Ms. Stuard’s friend. Without a word, he started the car.
Lucy let out a breath of relief. He didn’t seem like the easiest person to deal with, but he was surprisingly agreeable. “Thank you,” she said softly.
As he drove, Turner suddenly asked, “So, how are you planning to thank me?”
Lucy was shocked. She’d expected him to brush it off, not ask for specifics. “Well, what do you want me to do?” she asked.
“I haven’t decided yet. Add me on WhatsApp, and I’ll let you know when I think of something,” Turner replied.
Lucy hesitated. She didn’t add strangers on WhatsApp–only Camila, Hazel, close friends, and colleagues. But after a brief pause, she sighed and nodded. “Alright.”
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to add me?” Turner glanced at her briefly, his gaze cold and sharp, much like Giovani’s usual look.
“No, it’s not that. I’ll add you,” Lucy said after a moment’s thought. She agreed, considering that if Turner hadn’t offered to drive her to the Skyline Hotel, she might have missed Camila’s wedding.
Seeing her agree, Turner felt a surge of happiness. He couldn’t explain the reason, but he felt an instant fondness for Lucy when he saw her.
Turner wasn’t the type to help others. If it had been any other woman, he would have kicked her out of the car without a second thought, regardless of the rain.
However, he felt like he knew Lucy just from one glance. She was pretty, but her beauty was ordinary, not stunning.
Having worked alongside Giovani for years, Turner had seen all kinds of women, including top–tier celebrities, during business negotiations. Yet none had ever made him feel the urge to add them to WhatsApp and keep in touch.
Turner thought, ‘Is this what they mean by falling for someone at first glance?‘ He couldn’t quite understand it, but didn’t dwell on it. He just followed his heart.
The black Maybach sped into the rain, heading towards the Skyline Hotel. As the car came to a stop, Lucy reached for the door handle.
“Wait a moment, Turner suddenly interrupted her.
Lucy looked at him, puzzled. With her flawless skin, a simple white T–shirt, and a ponytail, she exuded a fresh, youthful charm.
Turner stared at her for a moment, momentarily dazed, but quickly snapped back to reality. He picked up the umbrella and said, “It’s pouring outside. You’ll get soaked without it.” He handed an umbrella to Lucy,
This seemingly ordinary gesture left both Turner and Lucy stunned.
Outside the car, the rain was heavy. Turner handed Lucy a black umbrella, and their eyes met. In that instant, a strange yet familiar image flashed through their minds.
Lucy’s pupils trembled slightly. She thought, ‘What’s the matter? For a fleeting moment, she felt like she’d been through this before. But when she tried to recall it, her mind was blank, unable to think when or where it had happened.
Turner felt the same way. That sense of familiarity struck him again. He thought, ‘What’s going on?‘
Taking a deep breath, Turner composed himself. Seeing Lucy still lost in thought, he opened the umbrella and got out of the car.
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Walking around to the passenger side, he opened the door for her. “Come on, I’ll walk you in.”
Lucy glanced at him. Turner was tall and lean, his tailored suit highlighting his broad shoulders and long legs. The serious look in his eyes as he gazed at her made her heart race.
Lowering her gaze, Lucy thought, ‘Could it be that I hadn’t dated in years, and now, seeing a handsome man, I can’t help but feel drawn to him?
Lucy thought she must be crazy. Even a stranger she’d just met could stir her emotions. Maybe it was time to take a break from her research and try dating to relax a little.
Lucy smiled at Turner and said, “Thank you.”
Sharing the umbrella, they walked into the hotel together. Once inside, they parted ways.
Turner stopped and turned to look at Lucy’s retreating figure. No matter how many times he saw her, the feeling she gave him was so familiar.
Taking a deep breath, Turner shook his head and thought, ‘Forget it. Today is Mr. Campbell’s wedding. I can find Ms. Clark after the
ceremony.
…..
Hazel grabbed Lucy’s arm in the dressing room, her voice urgent. “Lucy, where have you been? Camila’s wedding is in less than half an hour. You’re her bridesmaid.”
“Something urgent came up at the National Research Institute, so I got delayed,” Lucy explained, a hint of guilt in her tone.
“Alright, hurry up and get into your dress,” Hazel said, pulling out the bridesmaid gown and helping Lucy into it.
Just as Lucy finished changing, a flamboyantly dressed man with heavy makeup came over, his fingers delicately raised. “You must be
Ms. Clark, right?”
Lucy nodded, slightly taken aback. “Who are you?”
“I’m Andy, the head stylist for the wedding. Alright, we’re on a tight schedule. Let me do your make–up,” Andy said.
Andy wasn’t just the best stylist in Northeville; he was famous in Laystoland. In just fifteen minutes, he finished Lucy’s makeup.
Lucy stared at her reflection in the mirror, almost unable to believe her eyes. She had never imagined she could look so stunning. The difference between her usual bare face and her current look was striking.
Back in school, she was busy with her studies, and after joining the National Research Institute, she was busy with scientific research. Today was her first time wearing makeup, and it turned out that her appearance with makeup could be so stunning.
“Let’s go,” Lucy said, standing up. Together, they headed toward the wedding hall. But as soon as they stepped out, Lucy, lost in thought, walked straight into a tall man’s arms.
Unaccustomed to high heels, Lucy lost her balance and stumbled backward. Before she could fall, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into his arms.
Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked up at the man before her. What a coincidence. It was Turner who had driven her to the hotel earlier.
As Lucy stared at Turner, he was also looking at her. His gaze lingered, a flash of surprise and admiration crossing his face. The hand on her waist tightened slightly, as if unwilling to let go.
Lucy felt the subtle movement of his hand, and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly stepped back, her cheeks flushing. “Thank you,” Lucy said, avoiding his gaze.
Turner smirked, his voice low and smooth. “Let’s go. The wedding’s about to start.”
Lucy arrived just in time. Camila’s eyes lit up with joy when she saw her. “Lucy, I’m glad to see you.”
Lacy also smiled with unusual happiness. She felt as if she were in a dream. Since childhood, Camila had been her idol and the goal to follow
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Lucy attended the same university as Camila and joined the same research institute. Now, Lucy had the honor of taking part in her wedding.
Before she met Camila, Lucy was just an ordinary girl without a clear sense of direction. But the moment she saw Camila on TV, everything changed. Lucy thought, ‘She’s my lucky star.‘ Her admiration for Camila was stronger than ever.
Lucy’s smile lit up her face, her eyes curving into cheerful crescents. “Camila, congratulations on your wedding!”
Camila reached out and gently brushed Lucy’s cheek. She thought, ‘That’s great! Now Lucy’s life will be happy. She won’t have to suffer because of me anymore, nor will she have to bear the burden of becoming a murderer because of my misfortunes.
“Lucy, I’ll toss the bouquet your way later. Don’t miss it!” Camila said with a warm smile, her voice full of affection. She wanted to share her happiness with Lucy.
In their previous life, Lucy had protected her at all costs. Now, Camila was determined to shield her with the same unwavering devotion.
“Alright.” Lucy nodded firmly. Seeing Camila in her pure white wedding dress, beaming with happiness, made her cry. At the same time, Lucy felt a sense of relief.
Camila, you’re so biased!” Sienna puffed out her cheeks, pretending to be angry. “I’m not married yet either. Why aren’t you tossing the bouquet to me?”
Camila chuckled softly but didn’t reply, her gaze warm and knowing. It was different; Hazel and Lucy held a place in her heart that was closer than family.
“Now, let’s welcome the bride and groom,” the emcee announced. The grand doors creaked open.
With the crowd’s eyes on them, Camila and Giovani exchanged vows, their love outshining the dazzling lights around them. They slipped rings onto each other’s fingers, embraced, and kissed. Everything felt perfect, as if it had always been.
Turner sat at the banquet table, unable to look away from Lucy. He picked up his phone and started recording her every move.
When Lucy caught the bouquet Camila tossed her way, she smiled with incredible happiness, her entire being glowing with joy.
Turner was so captivated by Lucy that he almost lost his focus. She wasn’t the most striking woman there, but she had a powerful charm that drew him in.
The wedding was a grand affair, filled with laughter and cheer. Everyone present was in high spirits, drinking and celebrating to their
heart’s content.
Lucy had drunk too much. It was her first time drinking, and her cheeks were bright red. She staggered toward the restroom, wobbling so much that it seemed she might fall at any moment.
“These heels are impossible!” she muttered in frustration, kicking them off. Her feet landed on the cold floor.
Turner watched her, shaking his head, amused yet helpless. He crouched down, picked up her shoes, and prepared to help her put them
back on.
Lucy, however, was too out of it to recognize who was in front of her. “I don’t want to wear them,” she insisted.
“You’ll catch a cold walking around barefoot,” Turner said softly.
But Lucy refused, “No way! They’re uncomfortable.”
Turner looked at her childish demeanor. “You’re not going to wear them?” he asked helplessly.
“No!” Lucy replied.
After a long look at her, Turner stood up. With her heels in one hand, he bent down and lifted her into his arms.
Lucy instinctively wrapped her arms around Turner’s neck, her entire body pressing against him. The alcohol coursing through her veins made her skin warm to the touch, her flushed face radiating heat. She nestled against him, seeking the coolness of his body.
“You’re so comfortable. I like it, Lucy murmured, her rosy cheeks brushing against his sharp jawline.
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Her lips accidentally grazed him, and Turner froze, his pupils dilating as his body stiffened. He said in a hoarse, “Lucy, behave yourself.”
But Lucy couldn’t hear him. Even if she did, her mind was blank, and she kept rubbing against him.
Turner let out a deep breath. “You’re such a handful. It’s a good thing you ran into me. If it had been someone else, who knows what might have happened to you?”
The thought of Lucy being taken advantage of by another man ignited a fire of anger within him. Turner couldn’t understand why he felt such a strong sense of possessiveness toward Lucy, whom he’d only met.
On any other day, he wouldn’t even consider driving for a strange woman, holding an umbrella for her, or carrying her in his arms. He would have driven away any woman who tried to get close to him.
Turner glanced down at Lucy, who was curled up in his arms. “But you’re the one who started this. When you wake up, don’t even think about denying it,” he said.
He carried her to a lounge and gently laid her on the bed. Yet Lucy’s arms remained tightly wrapped around his neck, pulling him down with her.
Their noses were nearly touching. So close, Turner could see every detail of her delicate features.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, using every ounce of willpower to keep himself composed. Carefully, he pried her hands off his neck.
He stood up, intending to leave, but a sudden thought stopped him. He didn’t want their interaction to end here; he felt compelled to do something.
A smile played on his lips as an idea took shape. Turner shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the floor, and then yanked open the collar of his white shirt, popping two buttons in the process.
Turner ruffled his hair into a disheveled mess. Now, he looked as if he’d been bullied. He placed his tie in Lucy’s hand and leaned against the bed.
Without knowing how much time had passed, Lucy’s drunkenness gradually wore off. She slowly woke up, feeling overwhelming heaviness in her head. However, upon seeing Turner lying beside her bed, she let out a startled scream.
Turner pretended to have been woken up. He raised his head, his face drowsy and bleary–eyed. “What’s wrong?”
Lucy frowned, “What did you do to me?”
Turner held back a laugh and put on a look of helplessness. “You should be asking yourself that question. What did you do to me?” he retorted, gesturing to himself.
Lucy took a close look at him. The more she looked, the more alarmed she felt. She became extremely uneasy, and her face turned bright red instantly.
Turner looked utterly disheveled. His clothes were in disarray, his hair was a mess, and his shirt was torn open, showing off his toned chest.
To make matters worse, Lucy realized she was still clutching his tie, effectively trapping him. There was no way he could leave, even if he wanted to. She thought, ‘What else can this mean?
I must have gotten drunk and acted out in a drunken frenzy towards him, probably kissing and nibbling on him. Why would there be lipstick marks on his face?
Lucy sche
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