Chapter 3 Get off Me

Rumored had it that the all-powerful patriarch was seriously ill, so the wedding is kept simple. She received nothing other than a wedding dress from the family.

The moment when she stepped into the living room of Lloyd's house, she felt the atmosphere abruptly turned cold.

Hunter Lloyd, the goodman of the family, and Mrs. Lloyd were sitting in the hall and expecting the arrival of their son's bride.

Under the support of two servants, Winter walked to the hall, and Mr. Scott announced, "Kowtow to your parents-in-law!"

While Winter was hesitating, her shoulder was pressed, and she was forced to kneel.

"Chester, have you done your task?" Asked Hunter.

"Mister, it's done. This is Mr. Lloyd and Ms. Josh's marriage certificates!"

"Put them away!" Hunter ordered in a bland tone without looking at the two red certificates.

To his son, the certificate was probably no different from waste paper.

But to Winter, it was sort of bondage.

Now that the certificates were claimed, the Josh and the Lloyd families had cut off her retreat.

"Go invite the Young Master." Chester instructed the servants.

Soon, Winter saw a servant pushing over a wheelchair, on which sat none other than Etan.

The man was once insufferably arrogant and aloof.

"Etan, this is your bride!"

There was no response.

"From now on, she will take care of you!"

Then a chilling gaze landed on her face. He was sizing up her face with his beautiful slanted eyes full of estrangement and strangeness.

Although he was disabled and dull, his cold and lofty air persisted. At a glance, she was afraid of approaching him.

"Etan, this is Winter, daughter of Dwight and the granddaughter-in-law chosen by your grandfather!" Mrs. Lloyd said blandly, "Support Ms. Josh up!"

Because Winter had been kneeling for quite some time and hadn't fully recovered from her former injury in the Josh Family, her knees already went numb. When she was just helped up by the servants, she staggered and fell into the soft arms of the man in the wheelchair. Immediately, she was alarmed and bewildered.

She cast her eyes up and saw that stunning face just inches away.

After their gazes met briefly, his dashing eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes were tinted with ruthless anger before he snarled, "Get off me!"

No sooner had his voice died away than Winter was shoved forcefully to the floor.

Chester hurriedly helped Winter up.

"Get her out of here!" Full of hostility, Etan glanced at Winter, opened his thin lips, and snapped loudly.

Mrs. Lloyd's eyebrows furrowed. After the car accident, her son became unapproachable to strangers.

This was agonizing!

Mrs. Lloyd comforted her son, "There there, Etan, be a good boy. When you get married, your grandpa may get better. Chester, bring Etan to his room!" Mrs. Lloyd instructed, "I need a talk with Winter!"

As Winter watched others push him away, she felt her heart was gripped and wrenched.

After Etan left, Mrs. Lloyd silently heaved a sigh.

"I'll go to the study and give you the room!" Hunter got up and fled to the study.

Only Mrs. Lloyd and Winter were left in the spacious living room.

"Winter, come, sit over here!" Mrs. Lloyd's anxious face softened a little.

"I'm fine!" Winter stood to one side somewhat restrainedly, waiting for her mother-in-law to speak.

The corners of Mrs. Lloyd's lips twitched, and she forced a smile not heartily.

In her heart, Winter was mulling over Mrs. Lloyd's upcoming instructions.