The Wedding Crasher Moment

I remembered the plot in the original book. After marrying Harrison, I was perpetually depressed and unhappy, Eventually suffering from late-stage breast cancer and passing away before turning thirty.

Harrison perhaps really knew something. But all of this no longer had anything to do with me.

A gust of wind blew past, scattering the past, Like a light farewell. I felt unprecedentedly relaxed and free.

In fact, after running away from the wedding, I arranged a full-body health checkup for myself. All indicators were normal. In the future, I also planned to get my breast health checked every six months.

In the days that followed, I was busy with work, living a rich life. That absurd wedding gradually faded from people’s sight.

Half a year passed. My body remained very healthy.

Just when everything returned to tranquility, I met a person. Chloe.

According to the original plot, I would meet her after the marriage. After marrying Harrison, I gave up my job. At our first meeting, as Harrison’s wife, I proactively sought out Chloe, threatening and coaxing her to stay far away from Harrison.

Rather than right now, At an industry summit. According to the procedure, she was going to give a speech on stage in a short while.

But at this moment, Chloe’s face was pale, her posture constrained, Because her pants were dirty— There was a clear bloodstain on the back.

A colleague asked in a low voice: “Chloe, did you bring spare pants?”

“No, I didn’t expect my period to come today either—it’s early.”

“Then what should we do? This conference is being live-streamed the entire time.”

“Just cancel my segment,” Chloe said, almost crying. “I won’t go on stage—I can’t embarrass the company.”

“Sigh, it’s rare that you returned to the country specifically for this conference… But that’s the only way.”

Their conversation reached my ears.

In the original work, Chloe indeed returned to the country for an important conference. The first time Chloe and I met was when I proactively went to find her.

Since it was like this this time, let me be the one to proactively go over again.

I stood up and walked toward her. “I brought spare pants—do you want to wear them?”

Chloe raised her head to look at me, her eyes lighting up.

After the conference ended, Drake was waiting for me at the entrance In the capacity of a friend.

I had previously made it clear to him that I had no plans to date for the time being. Perhaps it was because I wanted to enjoy this freedom, Or perhaps because he had once been Harrison’s friend after all. Multiple reasons made us stay in place.

Drake expressed understanding. He frequently needed to go abroad for training and competitions. Before solving the long-distance issue, he didn’t want to burden me either.

He came to find me today probably because he had something to say.

Just as we were about to get into the car, someone behind suddenly called out to me: “Wait a moment.”

It was Chloe. She ran out panting.

Seeing her, Drake frowned, thinking she wanted to do something against me. But Chloe didn’t care about him at all.

“Sister, thank you for lending me the pants. Could you give me your social contact? After I wash them clean, I’ll return them to you in person and treat you to a meal to express my thanks.”

“Oh, okay.”

Chloe added me: “How should I address you?”

“Gwen.”

She froze for two seconds, then raised her head once more. “Could you be Harrison’s…”

“It’s me.”

Drake subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to protect me behind his back. Who knew Chloe suddenly broke into a broad smile:

“So it’s you! No wonder Harrison likes you. You’re so pretty and such a good person—if I were a guy, I’d be smitten too. “Eh? Drake? Why are you here too?”

Chloe’s gaze was clean, without the slightest gloom or scheming. No wonder she could become the original book’s female lead.

After saying goodbye to Chloe, Drake and I went to a restaurant. He came today to say goodbye to me.

“Tomorrow I’m going abroad for training. This time I’ll stay abroad for half a year in total.”

“Mm, wish you smooth competitions.”

“Gwen, do you want to come watch my race?”

I raised my head, meeting his anxious eyes.

“Once the tickets are available, I’ll mail a few to you. If you have time, come watch the race; if you don’t, it’s okay too—I know you’re very busy.”

“Don’t mail them to me.”

“Oh…” Drake was somewhat disappointed. This was already who-knows-how-many times he had taken the initiative, only to be rejected by me.

“What I mean is, you can give the tickets to me in person.”

“What?”

“Your race this time is in the UK, right?”

“Yes.”

“I happen to be going to the UK next month to lead a project. The duration is uncertain, starting at half a year. When the time comes, just give the tickets directly to me to save postage fees.”

Drake froze for two seconds, finally realizing what I was saying. Before he could fully celebrate, I took out a red hand-braided string from my pocket.

“I prayed for this at a temple for you. I hope that every time you compete, you return safely.”

Drake received that string of red cord, looking at it for a very long time.

Later on, Drake, who became the Asian race car champion, always wore a simple little red cord on his left wrist. He never took it off.