The Billionaire’s Brokenhearted Deal Chapter 445 - 445 A Happy Wedding (Grand Finale)

Chapter 445: Chapter 445: A Happy Wedding (Grand Finale) Chapter 445: Chapter 445: A Happy Wedding (Grand Finale) Qiao Ruoxin made no acknowledgement of him, simply knocking the cup of water from his hand.

Simon was unfazed, pouring her another glass and placing it within her reach on the side table.

“You’re still as immature as you were two years ago; when will you ever mature?” he inquired with a tone of indulgence.

“…”

She harbored a strong desire to lash out at him but felt a sense of powerlessness wash over her.

Moments later, the secretary entered, announcing, “Mr. Lawrence, it is time to board.”

Simon cast a glance at Qiao Ruoxin, who was lounging on the sofa, then bent down to speak to her in a gentle manner, “Stop causing trouble and change your clothes obediently. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll have to ask the secretary to assist you with changing. I recall you dislike strangers touching you.”

“Get lost! I’m not leaving!” she declared, rising to her feet.

Simon placed his hands on her shoulders, asserting, “You’ve had your fill of fun; it’s time to return. The Lawrence Family awaits your presence.”

“I refuse!”

“You lack a choice; my indulgence has extended for too long. I possess numerous methods to compel your return, yet I have refrained, do you comprehend the reason? It is because I desire your willing return.”

“I shall never willingly accompany you back! Merely release me!”

“Provide me with a valid reason to let you go.” Simon’s demeanor turned cold and resolute, all former tenderness vanishing from his gaze.

Qiao Ruoxin met his intense stare, falling silent for approximately ten seconds. After an internal struggle, she stated with composure, “I am pregnant; I am unable to travel by plane.”

This composed revelation struck the man before her like a thunderclap.

She clearly observed the turbulent waves surge within Simon’s eyes, his handsome features contorted with shock.

The grip on Qiao Ruoxin’s arms intensified.

Qiao Ruoxin winced, “Release me!”

Simon’s gaze drifted from her delicate face down to her abdomen, echoing her words, “Pregnant, unable to travel by plane…”

“…” She sensed the profound shock Simon was experiencing and feared his potential actions, instinctively retreating and shielding her stomach.

Simon, witnessing her defensive posture, couldn’t suppress a laugh, his amusement tinged with self-mockery.

“You are pregnant, why was I not informed? Does Auntie Lan have knowledge of this? Does Father know? Does everyone grasp the situation? Was I the sole individual kept in the dark?”

Qiao Ruoxin was taken aback; Simon’s reaction caused her apprehension.

Suddenly, the lounge devolved into silence; their very breaths seemed amplified.

Simon’s eyes remained fixed on her stomach for an extended period, a panorama of complicated emotions playing across his features.

After what felt like an eternity, the man finally spoke, “You may depart.”

Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes widened, registering utter disbelief, “What… what did you just say?”

Had she misheard him? Was he truly granting her freedom?

Simon sank onto the opposite sofa, propping his forehead in his hand and closing his eyes, appearing overcome by a wave of despair. He then slowly uttered, “Leave this place. A few more moments and I may revoke my statement.”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Ruoxin promptly rose and made her way to the exit without a backward glance. Reaching the door, she still turned to observe Simon seated there, then expressed, “Thank you.”

The sound of the door closing reverberated, and the lounge plunged into an unsettling quietude, with only Simon remaining, slowly opening his eyes.

His phone vibrated.

It was an incoming call from Lawrence.

Simon answered, “Father.”

“Did you apprehend her? Escort her back to the United States without delay! Immediately!”

Simon responded, “Father, I allowed her to leave; she is pregnant.”

“So what of it! She must return to assume control of the family enterprise; I cannot permit my life's work to fall into another's possession. They will soon discover your true identity! How dare you permit her departure! Locate her and bring her back! Who sanctioned such an action!”

Simon let out a cold laugh, “Father, I shall confront the realities I must, and I implore you to face them as well.”

Having conveyed his message, he terminated the call directly.

Simon stood, moved to the window, and watched as a plane gradually ascended into the heavens, murmuring softly, “Xinxin…”

…

Within the confines of the airport.

Qiao Ruoxin was hastening her departure from the airport, musing on why it seemed unusually vast today, her attempts to locate an exit proving futile for an extended period.

She repeatedly glanced behind her, gripped by the fear that Simon might dispatch men to retrieve her. Numerous gazes were fixed upon her, owing to the striking nature of her wedding attire.

Abruptly, she collided with someone, instinctively offering an apology, “My apologies, I did not intend to…”

The instant she looked up, her eyes locked with a pair of deep and ardent pupils—it was Mo Chen!

“Brother Mo Chen!” Her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed with unbridled joy.

Mo Chen enveloped her in a powerful embrace, holding her tightly, and whispered into her ear, “Fuck! I thought you had boarded your flight!”

She couldn't help but chuckle, wrapping her slender arms around his form, “No, I wish to remain with you; I have no desire to leave.”

A flicker of emotion brought moisture to Mo Chen’s eyes. He held the Little Ghost close, his deep voice softening considerably, “Good girl…”

"Let's hurry back for our wedding, we're supposed to be getting married today!" she exclaimed, pulling away from him.

Mo Chen playfully tapped her forehead. "You actually remembered that, did you?"

He scooped her up by the waist, turning towards the exit.

"Could we perhaps move a little faster?" she pleaded, her arms tightening around his neck.

Mo Chen gave her a look, then held her even closer as he broke into a run. Instinctively, she clung tighter to his neck, unable to contain her laughter.

So happy, so incredibly happy…

…

Inside the grand manor.

Unaware of the dramatic events that had just transpired, the guests proceeded as if the wedding were unfolding as planned. Jiang Peilan, in particular, was patiently awaiting the ceremony's start.

Everyone was seated, and as the gentle strains of the wedding march began, Mo Chen made his appearance.

All eyes shifted towards the entrance where the bride was soon to appear.

Qiao Ruoxin, adorned in a regal and pristine wedding gown, trailed a long train adorned with rose petals. Two adorable flower children, scattering petals with cute little movements, flanked her.

A smile graced her lips, her gaze fixed unyieldingly on Mo Chen at the front.

There was no denying that Mo Chen looked extraordinarily handsome today, clad in a sharply tailored black groom's suit.

From her seat in the guest area, Jiang Peilan watched the scene unfold, tears welling in her eyes. Yet, a smile played on her lips as she began to clap.

This was a moment Jiang Peilan had longed to witness for ages – her little princess was marrying and appeared utterly radiant.

Qiao Ruoxin finally reached Mo Chen's side. Her delicate hand was clasped in his, and through the veil, she gazed at his handsome features.

"Brother Mo Chen, you look incredibly handsome today."

He glanced at her. "When have I ever not looked handsome?"

"…" A laugh escaped her lips. What an utterly narcissistic man.