Pregnant With CEO's Baby Chapter 1805 -: The Start of Their Happy Ending (End of the Series)

“Do you like her?” Old Master Winter inquired.

Nox got startled by the abrupt question.

Old Master Winter pressed on, “If you don’t like her, why are you marrying her?”

“Feelings can be nurtured. Since I have a good impression of her at first sight, we can slowly nurture our relationship after we get married. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nox, marriage is not child’s play.” Old Master Winter grew solemn. “Since you don’t like her, don’t hurt her.”

“Grandfather, marriage doesn’t necessarily mean love. I am at a certain age now where I would have to start a family and have children. As to whether I like her or not, the marriage would eventually develop kinship. Even if I don’t like her, it won’t be as bad as you think.”

“You can think for yourself.” Old Master Winter dropped the subject. “Anyway, you know yourself the best, and it’s up to you to decide whether you’re happy with your life or not.”

Nox pressed his lips tightly together.

“You may leave.” Old Master Winter gestured dismissively.

Nox turned and walked away then. Right after stepping out, he couldn't resist glancing back at his grandfather, who heaved heavy breaths and seemed profoundly weary.

Suddenly, he felt compelled to ask, “Grandpa, what kind of person was Grandma?”

From his earliest memories, he had never caught sight of his grandmother.

Old Master Winter gazed at his grandson and replied deliberately, “The person I love deeply.”

Nox stood there in shock. He hadn't anticipated such a response from his grandfather. In truth, he never imagined his grandfather would disclose his emotions.

He refrained from probing further. Absent profound love, he believed his grandfather wouldn't have stayed single for decades since his grandmother's passing. It appeared some individuals could still find joy despite relationships fracturing midway through, but could he?

Nox exited the house at 8:30 a.m., with Mrs. Winter reiterating countless rules to him repeatedly.

Nox stared at the bouquet gripped in his hand, as dazzling sunlight poured through the car window onto the flowers. The weather was perfectly sunny. Yet Nox's heart felt overcast.

The car paused intermittently until the best man declared, “We’re almost there.”

Truth be told, the best man was merely a staff member. With time so constrained, Nox outsourced all arrangements to the event firm without lifting a finger.

Upon hearing that, Nox increasingly resisted the marriage. The closer the vehicle drew to the venue, the more intense his repulsion became. His grandfather's query resounded in his head: If he didn’t like her, why proceed with the wedding? Jeanne's suggestion also resurfaced—that he could simply escape.

Alright. He owned up to his rashness causing regret. Losing Shelly shouldn't have driven him to wed another. Marriage wasn't mere amusement, and he was only inflicting pain on himself and everyone else.

Realizing his deep remorse, he abruptly yelled at the driver, “Stop the car!”

The sharp command startled the driver, who jammed the brakes hard. Everyone inside lurched from the abrupt halt.

The instant the car screeched to a stop, Nox released his seatbelt, flung open the door, and bolted away.

“Young Master Winter!” the best man shouted after him.

“I’m not getting married anymore!” Nox yelled back while sprinting ahead.

The best man froze in disbelief. Was the groom seriously fleeing the wedding on the way there?

He gaped as Nox flagged a taxi and sped off. The extensive line of wedding cars pulled over curbside, snarling traffic badly. Passengers spilled out, bewildered, watching Nox vanish before their eyes.

Sliding into the taxi, Nox barked at the driver, “To the airport.” “Sir, what are you doing?” The driver recoiled in surprise at Nox.

“Running away from my wedding! Can’t you tell I’m running away?” Nox's voice brimmed with thrill.

“I’ve heard of a runaway bride but never a runaway groom.” The driver shook his head with a sigh.

“Don’t be surprised! Drive faster, or I’ll be finished if I’m caught.” “Oh.” The driver accelerated promptly.

A strange exhilaration surged through Nox as he dialed Jeanne. “I ran away.”

Jeanne, en route to the ceremony, found herself speechless.

Edward, seated next to her, noted her face and queried, “What’s wrong?” “Nox called and said that he ran away.”

“Oh.” Edward responded nonchalantly, as though he'd foreseen it.

“Why are you so calm?” Jeanne asked Edward.