Chapter 3 Jeffrey Gainey

"Son, I'm just concerned about you. You were nowhere to be found after the wedding ceremony with Mandy Moore this morning. She must feel uneasy!" Jeffrey Gainey spoke up, feeling dissatisfied with John Gainey's drunken state.

John Gainey sneered, "When you agree to marry me, you better prepare yourself well, especially... you! I will treat the bride you gave me 'very well'!" Immediately after, he swept his dark eagle-like eyes at his father and staggered to the bridal suite.

"Son... what's with your attitude..." Mr. Gothel Gainey murmured, pointing his finger at John Gainey.

"Dad, just let it go. It's good that the eldest son is back! It's late now; you should rest!" Jeffrey Gainey tried to comfort his father while watching the diminishing figure of his elder brother, feeling uneasy in his heart.

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Mandy Moore sat quietly on the wedding bed with a bitter smile. Despite being in such a spacious mansion, she felt incredibly lonely. But a gentle smile graced her lips when she thought of John Gainey.

She first met John Gainey at her father's company year-end party. Although it was only a brief encounter, she had already fallen for him. The F.Tomp Corporation had been her father's lifelong dedication, and for the company to grow and prosper, he decided to collaborate with the Gainey Corporation. Paul Moore and Gothel Gainey had known each other for a long time, and both families wanted to establish a closer connection through marriage.

Mandy Moore didn't blame her father; being able to marry John Gainey was her greatest wish. Although she couldn't see John Gainey anywhere after the wedding ceremony today, she believed that she could make him develop feelings for her. She wanted him to know she was not just a pampered rich girl.

Thinking about this, Mandy Moore felt overwhelmed with happiness, her beautiful eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Indeed, it's extravagant," she whispered, bowing her head. Before getting married, she had heard that the Gainey family was very wealthy, but witnessing the grandeur firsthand impressed her.

The overall architecture of Brillant was romantic and elegant, but upon closer inspection, one would discover intricate and elaborate decorations. The architect used architectural styles to divide the large mansion into smaller villas, which explained its vast size. Every nook and cranny within the estate offered unique and fascinating ideas. From the meticulously crafted pillars and windows to the mansion's roof and balcony, every detail was meticulously designed with creativity and no repetition. The expansive flower garden in Brillant was also designed with a romantic touch, exuding solidity, strength, and luxury.

Mandy Moore approached the window, feeling a gentle breeze pass through the thin silk curtains, softly caressing her hair. She silently pondered, "John, where have you gone?" Remembering John Gainey's cold departure in the morning, she felt discomfort. She knew that John Gainey didn't care about this marriage, but as for herself...

Mandy Moore, leaning her head lightly against the window frame, immersed herself in her thoughts.

As John Gainey stumbled out of the room, reeking of alcohol, he glanced at Mandy Moore leaning against the window-the same woman he had just married.

Seeing her sitting by the window, blending with the gentle night breeze, he was slightly surprised that she was waiting for him. After all, they had just celebrated their wedding today, and even though it was late at night, it was still the consummation of their marriage.

John Gainey hesitated, approaching her. He squinted, gazing at the girl peacefully asleep.

The darkness of the night accentuates Mandy Moore's long hair, reaching down to her waist. Her cascading locks were alluring and mysteriously fluttered in the wind, combined with the perfect gown that showcased her petite and captivating figure. The white dress, swaying in the breeze, revealed her slender and enchanting legs, resembling a delicate porcelain vase intricately carved from gemstones. Its smooth and flawless appearance evoked a longing, making it hard to look away.

Mandy Moore was sound asleep, and the moonlight kissed her smooth forehead while her long eyelashes gently fluttered. Her straight nose and rosy lips, as tender as soft petals, seemed to seduce others to commit a crime.

She and Rose Stein were two completely different girls. Rose Stein's life experiences made him feel pity for her, while the girl in front of him brought about a sincere feeling that he couldn't understand.

"Indeed magnificent..." John Gainey lowered his head and smiled, his lips forming a beautiful curve. Although he opposed this commercial marriage, the girl before him exuded a considerable charm.

John Gainey leaned down, picked her up, and gently laid her on the bed. Looking at the soundly sleeping Mandy Moore, he reached out and caressed her soft and tender cheek, not realizing that his cold face had become gentle at some point.

"Mmm..." Mandy Moore made a sound unconsciously, curling her body as if seeking the most comfortable sleeping position. Her little face leaned gently against John Gainey's warm hand, and her slightly tilted head revealed a snow-white skin patch.

Mandy Moore's absent-minded actions touched John Gainey's emotions. A slight tremor ran through him as his large hand extended, his fingers lightly tracing the soft and delicate cheek of Mandy Moore, then gliding down to her slender neck, tantalizing collarbone, and her fullness. The softness in the palm of his hand ignited a growing desire.

John Gainey couldn't restrain himself and let his hand slide down her slim waist. His warm and hot tongue began to tease her fair skin, enjoying the beautiful sensation she brought. His actions were wild and unstoppable. If he didn't "treat her well," he would be impolite!

"Mmm..." Mandy Moore softly moaned, feeling someone disturbing her sleep suddenly.

"J...John? You...you're back?" She felt a force pressing down on her, causing her to sit up abruptly.

Mandy Moore looked up at the man, seeing a few strands of dark hair cascading over his forehead, his handsome and refined features, the well-arched eyebrows, his eyes as black as ink but as cold as ice, a straight and elegant nose, and the slightly smiling thin lips.