Matter of Love novel Chapter 715

Wayne looked at the scarlet invitation card on the table and shook his head. Why did Mr. Wei have to do this? Since he didn't get along well with York, why did he attend his wedding? Wouldn't Mr. Wei feel uncomfortable when he saw York?

But he didn't know what was on Greg's mind. Greg just wanted to see if Leona would go. Although he had already known the answer, he hoped that he was wrong. He hoped that Leona wouldn't attend York's wedding, or even if she would, she would go with him.

Although she went there by herself or with him, it didn't look much different on the surface. It was just that there was one more him beside her.

But in Greg's mind, there was a fundamental difference between the two. First of all, if Leona went there by herself, it meant that she still had feelings for York. Although York had married Janie, everyone knew how fragile their marriage was.

As long as Leona showed a little willingness to be with York, Greg believed that York would leave Janie and go with Leona right away.

But it was different if Leona went with him, which meant that in Leona's heart, they two were completely one family and she would cut off the relationship with York.

Ten minutes later, Greg came out of the bathroom, with a wide bath towel around his waist and a towel wiping his wet hair with one hand!

"Did anyone call me?"

"No!"

Greg didn't reply. After drying his hair, he changed his clothes and walked out.

In a small church in the suburbs, there were only a few cars parked outside the door. There was no luxurious wedding site, nor was there a large crowd of guests. There were only a few people. If they didn't know, they would never have thought that someone would hold a wedding here today.

York looked at the simple scene in front of him. On the other side stood his parents and several close relatives, who were invited by York's parents.

According to Arthur's plan, he planned to hold a banquet of over a hundred tables. Of course, his son's marriage should be known by all his relatives and friends.

But York threatened Arthur that if he did so, he would not get married. Arthur had no choice but to agree to his son, but it made Janie feel wronged.

Although Janie felt a little uncomfortable, as long as York could marry her, it was more important than anything else. She didn't even inform her family because York didn't like her parents. In her heart, York was her God and her whole world.

York looked at the church in front of him. It was the fourth time that he had appeared in the church as a bridegroom. His mood was very complicated. Except for the last wedding with Leona, the rest of the weddings were not his will.

And now he was about to step into marriage again, but it was no difference for him. He married for his parents, and he himself was still the same as before.

As for Janie, she won't get any care from him except for the title of Mrs. Zhao. Of course, he won't treat her shabbily. There are servants at home to take care of her body. After the baby is born, his parents should be happy, shouldn't they?

York looked out of the church again. Would she come today? Would she feel a little sad when she saw him marry another woman? He's afraid she won't. He has already seen that woman's iron heart, hasn't he?

She guessed that she and Greg were in deep love now. How could she feel a little disappointed because of his marriage?

Just as York was lost in thought, he suddenly saw a black luxury limo driving in the distance. He was a little excited. Not many people knew today's wedding, and several close relatives invited by his parents also came. Who else could come at this time except her?

Although he had made up his mind not to think about her anymore and even thought that he should hate her, he still could not turn a blind eye to her. Even after he knew that it might be Leona, his heart began to beat wildly out of control.

As the limousine approached, York saw that the person sitting on the back seat was Greg. His heart sank. Did she come with Greg?

Seeing this, York became irritated. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that he was really jealous of Greg. He was jealous that Greg easily got everything he wanted. He was jealous that after Greg treated her like that, she was still willing to come back to Greg, not to choose to be with him.

When facing Greg, he instinctively had a feeling of being in the weak position. He and Greg were like gladiators who fought for a woman in ancient times. He lost miserably, and Greg succeeded in winning the heart of the beautiful woman.

Was he here to show off today? Showing off that he finally got the beauty?

At this time, Greg's luxury limousine approached and stopped in front of York. Wayne quickly got out of the driver's seat, walked to the back seat and opened the door. Wayne stretched out a hand to cover the roof and respectfully invited Greg to get out of the car.

It was at this time that York realized that Greg came alone, but Leona didn't come. Didn't he let her come?

York was infuriated by this thought. After today, it was impossible for him to be together with Leona. Even if he didn't care, Leona wouldn't hurt Janie. To a certain extent, it meant that he was saying goodbye to his past. Of course Leona shouldn't not come on such an important day.

At this time, Greg got out of the car, full of confidence, which was more like a provocation in York's eyes!

"Mr. Wei, you came here uninvited. I didn't remember to invite you!"

York said in an unfriendly tone, without even the politeness on the surface. He didn't need it at all between him and Greg.

At the same time, York felt a burst of sadness in his heart. When Greg came, Leona didn't come. Was it because she didn't want to come that she asked Greg to come instead of her?

Ignoring York's mockery, Greg said with a mocking smile, "Of course I'm invited. This is Mr. Zhao's invitation. If I'm not mistaken, the words on it were written by Mr. Zhao yourself, right?"

York looked at the scarlet invitation card in Greg's hand, which was the only one he wrote by himself. Of course he knew his handwriting, and he clenched his fists tightly.