The Wedding Crasher Moment

Only someone who held a steering wheel year-round could easily grow a callus like that on their hand. No matter what, I never expected it to be him.

According to my original plan, I was going to take off this person’s mask and hat right at this moment, Exposing his unsightly desire for his brother’s woman.

But through a strange twist of fate, I let go of Harrison. I tightly gripped the black-clothed man’s hand, pulled him, and ran toward the outside of the hall.

The moment I lifted my wedding dress, everyone finally saw that I was wearing sneakers on my feet.

I ran toward that gorgeous gate symbolizing marriage. Run outside, run outside! As long as I ran out, I could break free from my previous fate.

The bright light outside hurt my eyes, But I felt happier than ever before.

The man’s car was parked right at the hotel entrance, idling. However, there was a heavy traffic jam right now. The people from Harrison’s family behind were about to chase us out.

The man made up his mind: “Get in the car, I’ll find a way.”

I knew his driving skills were very high, But if he kept overtaking and cutting through traffic right now, his driver’s license might be revoked. His professional career would be ruined.

Fortunately, I was prepared. I pushed out the motorcycle hidden near the door, gathered up the bulky skirt, threw my head back, and returned those two words to him:

“Get on!”

He immediately straddled behind me. I slammed the throttle, and amidst the exclamations and curses of Harrison’s family, I rode away arrogantly.

My motorcycle riding skills were very good. In fact, before meeting Harrison, I really liked riding motorcycles on deserted roads to race. It was just that Harrison said he liked cute and quiet girls, So I quit this hobby.

I sped all the way out of the city center, facing the late-summer wind, and suddenly burst into loud laughter. To hell with cute, quiet, and submissive. I laughed like a crazy, tyrannical demoness.

I had prepared a small house on the outskirts of the city. During the three months spent pretending to prepare for the wedding, I was actually paving a way out for myself.

The motorcycle stopped in front of the small house. “Do you want to come upstairs and sit for a bit?” I asked the man sitting on the back seat.

He said softly: “What do you plan to do next?”

“You’re the wedding crasher, yet you’re asking me what to do?”

“I crashed the wedding, that’s right, because I didn’t want your future life to be unhappy… But you are free.”

I was stunned: “What did you say?”

“You are free,” he repeated in a deep voice. “Crashing the wedding was to make you free.”

I had thought of countless possibilities: He crashed the wedding to get me to be with him, Or simply to make Harrison uncomfortable.

But I had never thought He just wanted me to be free.

The man seemed very silly when it came to handling emotions. He waved his hand: “Stay vigilant in the future, don’t date that kind of man again.”

“Wait a minute.” Between laughter and tears, I stopped him. “Don’t you like me?”

“I do.” His answer was very straightforward, Which also caught me off guard.

“Then why act so generous? Drake.”

Drake was stunned. “You recognized me?”

“…It’s pretty hard not to recognize you.”

He momentarily felt at a loss. “I’m sorry, I didn’t intend to ruin your wedding, but Harrison really isn’t a good match. I reminded you, but you didn’t seem to notice, so I had to resort to this bad move…”

“Stop, stop, stop.” I interrupted Drake’s explanation, extending one leg out.

“Didn’t you see I was wearing sneakers? Didn’t you see I had a motorcycle prepared? Even if you hadn’t come to crash the wedding, I would have run anyway.”

Only then did Drake slowly take off his mask. No wonder I had ruled him out first earlier. He really didn’t look like someone who would crash a wedding. He looked cold, even a bit fierce.

“You said you reminded me—when?”

I invited Drake upstairs and poured him a glass of water. He sat very upright and answered: “I mentioned Chloe, Harrison’s ex, in front of you.”

There seemed to have been such an occasion. Drake usually spoke very little. That day, it was rare for him to take the initiative to bring up a topic, talking about Harrison and his ex.

But I hadn’t taken it seriously. Who doesn’t have an ex? No matter how good their past feelings were, it was all over. Therefore, I overlooked the hidden meaning in Drake’s words.

Furthermore, when Harrison had just started dating me, he was very proactive, very devoted, and let me check his phone freely. I didn’t think in the direction of suspicion at all.

Thinking back now, Harrison’s deep affection at that time was merely because he couldn’t forget Chloe and felt guilty.

“Thank you, Drake.”

“Thank me for what?”

“Even though I didn’t get your meaning, you tried your best.”

“You’re welcome, it’s what I should do.”

Meeting my gaze, he showed some embarrassment. But turning his head around, he saw my bra hanging on the balcony.

Drake’s face flushed red instantly. He nervously retracted his gaze, nervously squeezing the glass.

My goodness, who could have thought? With a face like that and working in such a wild profession, His personality was actually so innocent?

“As for Harrison’s side, I’ll go explain to him,” Drake said. “All responsibility lies with me. You don’t need to worry. If they ask, you can just shift all the blame onto me.”

I recalled the original plot. In the original book, I didn’t go with him, nor did I reveal his identity. Drake went abroad the next day, And didn’t return until the end of the story. He had very little screen time, like an awesome tool character used to highlight the male lead’s circle.

“Can I ask why you like me? We don’t seem to have had much interaction.”

Drake lowered his eyes: “We met a very long time ago, it’s just that on that day, you didn’t pay attention to me.”