?Chapter 2215


    By doing this, Jameson made it seem as if he was considerate of Alyssa''s feelings, showing how much he cared for her. But all Alyssa felt was a wrenching pain in her heart, and it sickened her.


    He was killing her from the inside.


    "Are you joking, Mr. Schmidt?'' Remy nced at a pale Alyssa, then looked at Jameson with


    disdain. He scoffed, "I''m not Ms. Alyssa''s family, nor am I your friend. Why should I be a witness to your marriage?


    "It already makes me feel sick to be standing here. Yet, you want me to participate? You disgust me.''


    Alyssa''s reddened eyes glistened with tears. She stared at Remy pitifully.


    Remy''sshes quivered slightly before he looked away and turned around. He wasn''t sure if he simply didn''t want to watch or couldn''t bear to


    Even though Remy refused to do the honors, Jameson wasn''t peeved. He stared lovingly at the stiff woman in his arms.


    In a tone overflowing with the joy of a groom-to-be, Jameson remarked, "Oh well, it doesn''t matter. It makes no difference as long as the heavens bear witness for us."


    A lump formed in his throat, and his eyes filled with tears as he looked up at the tall and exquisite goddess statue.


    The female goddess'' eyes were half-closed, looking majestic, dignified, and sacred. The statue bore a striking resemnce to Alyssa, as Jameson had it carved to mirror her appearance.


    Outside the ss shed, violently swaying trees cast vicious shadows on the ground beneath thern, making this wedding eerie, chilling, and dismal.Cóntent belongs to NovélDráma. Org


    "With the heavens as my witness, I, Jameson Schmidt, take Ms. Alyssa Taylor as my wife today."


    Jameson pried Alyssa''s clenched fist open, forcing her to intece her fingers with his. In a croaky voice, he swore, "From this day forward, whether blissfully sweet or in and boring, I will love and protect her for the rest of my life. To have and to hold, to love and to cherish.


    "I will love her forever, until I breathe myst breath. Till death do us part."


    With tears streaming down her ghostly pale face, Alyssa struggled to free her hand from his hold, but her efforts were in vain.


    This wasn''t a wedding.


    This was torture, one that was akin to being burned alive.


    When the wedding ended, the storm subsided a little.


    Thanks to the coastal winds, Alyssa waspletely soaked. Her entire body shook from the cold as Jameson carried her back into the room.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    "Lyse, I''ll take you to bathe." Jameson lowered her onto the bed and leaned in to kiss her.


    Alyssa red at him, rolling over angrily. "I''m not taking a bath. I don''t want to!"


    Jameson''s eyes lingered on her trembling shoulder des. He chuckled tenderly. "Are you feeling shy? We''re married now..."


    "We... are married?" Alyssa gritted her teeth, each word dripping with the hatred she wished to unleash upon him.


    "Jameson, it''s about time your nonsensical, disgusting, and unrealistic game of ying house ends."


    "It''s not unrealistic, Lyse. We just had our wedding. You are my wife now."


    Jameson''s sharp eyes filled with his brewing desire to consume her. Suddenly, he turned her supple body around and pressed himself on her.


    "Jameson! Don''t touch me!''


    Looking up at the man whose eyes were filled with lust, Alyssa was overwhelmed by terror as she struggled with all her might.


    "There''s enough time."


    Jameson breathed heavily as he unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. "There''s still enough time for us to consummate our marriage and enjoy each other until morning."