Chapter 738: My Luckiest Things
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Emily heard the voice and came running in as fast as she could, "What's going on? Why is the baby crying?"
Jacob looked at her guiltily and said, "I don't know. Maybe he is hungry?"
Emily frowned and suddenly an awful smell stung her nose. After looking closely, she found that Jacob's clothed had shades of yellow stains on them.
"Well, I know what it is. Bowen pooped on you."
Jacob's expression stagnated for a moment. He looked down slowly in utter horror and his face darkened, "You brat..."
"Watch you tongue! Don't speak to your son like that." Emily snapped at Jacob, like a lioness defending its cub, and quickly took Bowen off Jacob. "Go and get changed, quick! The smell is starting to give me a headache!"
Jacob opened his mouth to complain but retracted halfway.
'Isn't my son dirtier than I am? Have you forgotten about your husband as soon as your son arrived?'
Disgruntled, Jacob left to get a bath and a change of clothes. However, just as he stepped out of the bathroom, Emily dropped a bag of dirty diapers in front of him and said, "Please, wash the diapers too."
Again, Jacob opened his mouth to complain but he retracted halfway.
'Okay, I'll do it.
You brat, just you wait and see.'
In the following months, Bowen grew up to be a healthy baby boy causing much grievance to his father. While, Emily's recovery progressed slowly and steadily. As a result, the wedding ceremony was gradually put on the agenda.
Jacob gave all his time and effort into planning and organizing a fabulous wedding for the the love of his life. Taking into consideration that fact that the baby was still too young to travel, the ceremony was to be held near Tyrone Mansion.
On the day of their much anticipated wedding, Jacob stood in front of the mirror for what seemed to be hours, nervously staring at himself and the tailored suit he was wearing. Perhaps, he had been waiting for this moment to come for a very long time, and now that it was finally here, it felt surreal. On the contrary, Emily looked more relaxed, dressed in a traditional, snowy white wedding gown with matching head dress and a bouquet of flowers in her hands. She thought about all the hardships the both of them hard to overcome, and after everything that had happened, her experiences had made her a stronger and better person. Today represented the culmination of all their efforts and she was as ready as she could ever be.
Beryl, in her flower-boy's clothes, stood beside and laughed, "Daddy, you and mommy are old married couples. Why do you still look so nervous? I can't stop laughing at how cute you guys are."
Jacob glanced at her from the side, "Old married couples? Where did you learn that from? You mother and I are going to be lovers forever. We're nothing like old married couples."
Beryl stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes at him, "Sorry, I made a mistake. I should have said and old husband and a young wife! Daddy,
ve enough of it! Hmph!
The people on the stage were sweet and happy, while the people under the stage delved in their own happiness and sorrows. Amidst all the celebration, everyone failed to notice the two lonely men standing in the corner looking at the bride and groom, despairingly.
Magee tugged his lip, the corners of the mouth twitching upwards, tentatively, exploring the reaches of a smile that hadn't been seen in several decades. "Are you done? Haven't you seen enough yet?"
Myron pursed his lips as if he were holding back something and his fists clenched tightly. "I, I wanna take one more look at her."
He was no longer the silly and foolish Donny from the mountain village. He still remembered his fondness for Emily, the fairy that was never meant to be his.
Perhaps she had completely forgotten about him.
Magee sighed with resignation, slumping his shoulders. It was not like he was in love with Emily; somehow he just didn't feel comfortable seeing her getting married to another man.
However, he didn't know just how strongly Myron felt about Emily. Myron's case was worse than his.
Emily was like the brightest star in the sky which they could never have, even though their hearts were constantly longing for her. However, they were here to leave behind all concerns and regrets.
Even if they were not really reconciled, they both had the same wish at the moment. They hoped that she could stay happy for the rest of her life.
After a while, they both left quietly. Standing on the stage and staring out into the crowd, Emily seemed to have been in deep contemplation.
Jacob asked her softly, "What are you thinking about?"
Emily shook her head and laughed, "Nothing. Just now I had a feeling as though someone was watching us."
Jacob brushed his lips to hers and said, "Let it be."
'Emily, my love, you make me feel like the luckiest man in the world. My greatest achievement in life was getting to know you.'
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Emily heard the voice and came running in as fast as she could, "What's going on? Why is the baby crying?"
Jacob looked at her guiltily and said, "I don't know. Maybe he is hungry?"
Emily frowned and suddenly an awful smell stung her nose. After looking closely, she found that Jacob's clothed had shades of yellow stains on them.
"Well, I know what it is. Bowen pooped on you."
Jacob's expression stagnated for a moment. He looked down slowly in utter horror and his face darkened, "You brat..."
"Watch you tongue! Don't speak to your son like that." Emily snapped at Jacob, like a lioness defending its cub, and quickly took Bowen off Jacob. "Go and get changed, quick! The smell is starting to give me a headache!"
Jacob opened his mouth to complain but retracted halfway.
'Isn't my son dirtier than I am? Have you forgotten about your husband as soon as your son arrived?'
Disgruntled, Jacob left to get a bath and a change of clothes. However, just as he stepped out of the bathroom, Emily dropped a bag of dirty diapers in front of him and said, "Please, wash the diapers too."
Again, Jacob opened his mouth to complain but he retracted halfway.
'Okay, I'll do it.
You brat, just you wait and see.'
In the following months, Bowen grew up to be a healthy baby boy causing much grievance to his father. While, Emily's recovery progressed slowly and steadily. As a result, the wedding ceremony was gradually put on the agenda.
Jacob gave all his time and effort into planning and organizing a fabulous wedding for the the love of his life. Taking into consideration that fact that the baby was still too young to travel, the ceremony was to be held near Tyrone Mansion.
On the day of their much anticipated wedding, Jacob stood in front of the mirror for what seemed to be hours, nervously staring at himself and the tailored suit he was wearing. Perhaps, he had been waiting for this moment to come for a very long time, and now that it was finally here, it felt surreal. On the contrary, Emily looked more relaxed, dressed in a traditional, snowy white wedding gown with matching head dress and a bouquet of flowers in her hands. She thought about all the hardships the both of them hard to overcome, and after everything that had happened, her experiences had made her a stronger and better person. Today represented the culmination of all their efforts and she was as ready as she could ever be.
Beryl, in her flower-boy's clothes, stood beside and laughed, "Daddy, you and mommy are old married couples. Why do you still look so nervous? I can't stop laughing at how cute you guys are."
Jacob glanced at her from the side, "Old married couples? Where did you learn that from? You mother and I are going to be lovers forever. We're nothing like old married couples."
Beryl stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes at him, "Sorry, I made a mistake. I should have said and old husband and a young wife! Daddy,
ve enough of it! Hmph!
The people on the stage were sweet and happy, while the people under the stage delved in their own happiness and sorrows. Amidst all the celebration, everyone failed to notice the two lonely men standing in the corner looking at the bride and groom, despairingly.
Magee tugged his lip, the corners of the mouth twitching upwards, tentatively, exploring the reaches of a smile that hadn't been seen in several decades. "Are you done? Haven't you seen enough yet?"
Myron pursed his lips as if he were holding back something and his fists clenched tightly. "I, I wanna take one more look at her."
He was no longer the silly and foolish Donny from the mountain village. He still remembered his fondness for Emily, the fairy that was never meant to be his.
Perhaps she had completely forgotten about him.
Magee sighed with resignation, slumping his shoulders. It was not like he was in love with Emily; somehow he just didn't feel comfortable seeing her getting married to another man.
However, he didn't know just how strongly Myron felt about Emily. Myron's case was worse than his.
Emily was like the brightest star in the sky which they could never have, even though their hearts were constantly longing for her. However, they were here to leave behind all concerns and regrets.
Even if they were not really reconciled, they both had the same wish at the moment. They hoped that she could stay happy for the rest of her life.
After a while, they both left quietly. Standing on the stage and staring out into the crowd, Emily seemed to have been in deep contemplation.
Jacob asked her softly, "What are you thinking about?"
Emily shook her head and laughed, "Nothing. Just now I had a feeling as though someone was watching us."
Jacob brushed his lips to hers and said, "Let it be."
'Emily, my love, you make me feel like the luckiest man in the world. My greatest achievement in life was getting to know you.'
Emily heard the voice and came running in as fast as she could, "What's going on? Why is the baby crying?"Jacob looked at her guiltily and said, "I don't know. Maybe he is hungry?"Emily frowned and suddenly an awful smell stung her nose. After looking closely, she found that Jacob's clothed had shades of yellow stains on them. "Well, I know what it is. Bowen pooped on you."Jacob's expression stagnated for a moment. He looked down slowly in utter horror and his face darkened, "You brat...""Watch you tongue! Don't speak to your son like that." Emily snapped at Jacob, like a lioness defending its cub, and quickly took Bowen off Jacob. "Go and get changed, quick! The smell is starting to give me a headache!"Jacob opened his mouth to complain but retracted halfway. 'Isn't my son dirtier than I am? Have you forgotten about your husband as soon as your son arrived?'Disgruntled, Jacob left to get a bath and a change of clothes. However, just as he stepped out of the bathroom, Emily dropped a bag of dirty diapers in front of him and said, "Please, wash the diapers too."Again, Jacob opened his mouth to complain but he retracted halfway. 'Okay, I'll do it. You brat, just you wait and see.'In the following months, Bowen grew up to be a healthy baby boy causing much grievance to his father. While, Emily's recovery progressed slowly and steadily. As a result, the wedding ceremony was gradually put on the agenda. Jacob gave all his time and effort into planning and organizing a fabulous wedding for the the love of his life. Taking into consideration that fact that the baby was still too young to travel, the ceremony was to be held near Tyrone Mansion. On the day of their much anticipated wedding, Jacob stood in front of the mirror for what seemed to be hours, nervously staring at himself and the tailored suit he was wearing. Perhaps, he had been waiting for this moment to come for a very long time, and now that it was finally here, it felt surreal. On the contrary, Emily looked more relaxed, dressed in a traditional, snowy white wedding gown with matching head dress and a bouquet of flowers in her hands. She thought about all the hardships the both of them hard to overcome, and after everything that had happened, her experiences had made her a stronger and better person. Today represented the culmination of all their efforts and she was as ready as she could ever be. Beryl, in her flower-boy's clothes, stood beside and laughed, "Daddy, you and mommy are old married couples. Why do you still look so nervous? I can't stop laughing at how cute you guys are."Jacob glanced at her from the side, "Old married couples? Where did you learn that from? You mother and I are going to be lovers forever. We're nothing like old married couples."Beryl stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes at him, "Sorry, I made a mistake. I should have said and old husband and a young wife! Daddy, ve enough of it! Hmph! The people on the stage were sweet and happy, while the people under the stage delved in their own happiness and sorrows. Amidst all the celebration, everyone failed to notice the two lonely men standing in the corner looking at the bride and groom, despairingly. Magee tugged his lip, the corners of the mouth twitching upwards, tentatively, exploring the reaches of a smile that hadn't been seen in several decades. "Are you done? Haven't you seen enough yet?"Myron pursed his lips as if he were holding back something and his fists clenched tightly. "I, I wanna take one more look at her."He was no longer the silly and foolish Donny from the mountain village. He still remembered his fondness for Emily, the fairy that was never meant to be his. Perhaps she had completely forgotten about him. Magee sighed with resignation, slumping his shoulders. It was not like he was in love with Emily; somehow he just didn't feel comfortable seeing her getting married to another man. However, he didn't know just how strongly Myron felt about Emily. Myron's case was worse than his. Emily was like the brightest star in the sky which they could never have, even though their hearts were constantly longing for her. However, they were here to leave behind all concerns and regrets. Even if they were not really reconciled, they both had the same wish at the moment. They hoped that she could stay happy for the rest of her life. After a while, they both left quietly. Standing on the stage and staring out into the crowd, Emily seemed to have been in deep contemplation. Jacob asked her softly, "What are you thinking about?"Emily shook her head and laughed, "Nothing. Just now I had a feeling as though someone was watching us."Jacob brushed his lips to hers and said, "Let it be."'Emily, my love, you make me feel like the luckiest man in the world. My greatest achievement in life was getting to know you.'
