Theodore''s cold voice echoed ominously through the room.


    “Love alone isn''t enough. Being an idiot can destroy everything, even if you''re a match made in heaven."


    The moment Theodore''s words rang out, the room fell into an eerie silence.


    Everyone''s gaze was fixed on him.


    The groom and bride stared at him with wide eyes.


    Rosalie frowned slightly, turning to look at Theodore with a sense of foreboding. She subtly tugged at the corner of his jacket, giving him a look that pleaded for him to stop.


    At this point, the host stepped in to smooth things over. "What Mr. Spencer means is that marriage is a long andplex journey, and it requires patience and understanding. But I''m sure with the bride and groom working together, they can ovee any obstacles, just as Mrs. Spencer said!" "No." Theodore tly dismissed the host''s attempt at rification. "So-called patience and understanding are often just our own assumptions. What the other person truly needs may not be these things at all."


    The host''s smile froze. "Mr. Spencer is right! His point is thatmunication is crucial between spouses. It''s excellent advice, and I believe the bride and groom..."


    "You." Theodore suddenly confronted the groom, his gaze icy. "Are you sure you understand your own heart? Do you really know what you want? If, after marrying her, you enjoy everything she offers but start to act selfishly, causing her to cry and suffer, what will you do then?"


    Theodore''s stare was piercing, leaving the groom momentarily speechless and visibly anxious.


    "Why aren''t you speaking? Are you feeling guilty?" Theodore''s direct challenge made it seem as though he had a personal vendetta against the groom, further unsettling everyone.


    The bride looked bewildered.


    Rosalie stepped forward, and gently tugged at Theodore''s sleeve. "Theo, please don''t—”


    "Please don''t what?" Theodore turned and interrupted her. "Shouldn''t I be asking these questions? Why let them marry in confusion, not even knowing what they truly want?"


    "I will love her," the groom rushed to say. "I won''t let my wife suffer. I promise!"


    "Haha." Theodore suddenlyughed. "You promise? What can you use to guarantee that? How do you know you won''t do something foolish in the future? Are you sure you@an keep your promise?"


    The groom swallowed hard, sweat pouring down his forehead. "Mr. Spencer, I don''t understand your meaning. Today is my wedding day. If you have something to say, let''s discuss it privately." Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    The host quickly intervened, "Mr. Spencer, thank you for yourments! I''m sure the groom will remember your words. Some good advice is hard to listen to."


    "Theo." Rosalie grabbed his arm. "Let''s go downstairs. We shouldn''t dy the wedding."


    Rosalie pulled him away, feeling increasingly uneasy. Theodore must have had too much to drink, and was now acting out.


    Drunk people often struggle to control their actions, even if they know what they''re doing.


    Theodore suddenly wrenched his arm free from Rosalie''s grasp, his eyes locked onto the groom with piercing intensity. "Why are you sweating? Are you feeling guilty?"


    Men might not understand women


    well, but Theodore was adept at reading them. He could clearly see that the groom was nervous, his gaze shifting and avoiding, betraying his difort.