Chapter 218 Putting On A Show

“Stop teasing me!”

As her face flamed, Josephine hid in Jonathan’s arms, not daring to lift her head.

At just that moment, the photographer raised the camera in his hands and captured the beautiful scene with a click.

When they both exchanged rings, it signaled that the wedding was drawing to an end.

Throughout it all, the four men who acted as groomsmen merely stood there stiffly like statues.

They terrified the bridesmaids so much that they didn’t even dare steal a peek at them.

“Congratulations on your nuptials, Jonathan! Also, may you be blessed with a child soon! Hopefully, you’ll beget a chubby baby!” Furtively hiding behind Josephine, Tanya winked at Jonathan.

“Tanya!” Two crimson splotches crawled onto Josephine’s face when she heard that, and she shot her a glare.

I’ve never even shared the same bed with him, so how could we have a baby?

“Look, Josephine is blushing! You can’t be as timid as you were in the past!” Tanya giggled with a hand over her mouth.

She then leaned close to Jonathan. “Let me tell you a secret, Jonathan. Sometimes, a girl means otherwise when she says no!”

“You’re asking for it, Tanya!” As soon as that remark fell, the blush on Josephine’s cheeks spread to the tip of her ears. Her face burned, and she looked as though she had drunk several glasses of wine.

Right then, she appeared beguiling and seductive.

Jonathan dipped his head and turned his gaze to Josephine solemnly. “I agree with Tanya. How about we put that in action tonight itself?”

“In your dreams! Who wants to have a baby with you?”

Josephine couldn’t resist cutting him a scathing look.

Chuckling, Jonathan replied, “You, of course! Don’t tell me you want me to have a baby with another woman?”

“Don’t you dare!”

immediately glared at

an end, the guests below

only a dozen people in the desolate banquet

event in the history of

other words, that was also true for

of Jadeborough—Randall—was guarding the door. Besides, the division

of War—Zachary, the Cardinal King of War—Terrence, the Excalibur King of War—Dorian, and

other guests in the hall felt

true for Luna, the Dark Widow,

that she didn’t even dare utter a single

even worse condition. Their legs were knocking

of War and the lieutenant to a King of

at the warehouse in Jazona and annihilating the entire Turner family in the blink of

experience such terror again for the

the few bridesmaids were ignorantly

Kings of War, Reaper, or Kingstone, much less the mayor of Jadeborough and the division leader of Jadeborough’s

the most

down the stage and headed toward

shot to their feet, their movements uniform as they did so without an ounce of

hurriedly

topped it. In the next instant, the former raised his wine glass at Connor and Margaret, declaring, “A toast to you, Mom,

“Sure, sure!”

his wine glass. Margaret, on the other hand, was so mortified that she dared not look the man

she recalled how she used to oppress and maltreat him in the past, the urge

she ever imagined that the live-in son-in-law whom she disdained back then actually turned out to be the only man who had

that thought, she wanted nothing more than

known that he’s the legendary Asura, I wouldn’t have urged Josephine to find herself a rich husband! Could there possibly be anyone

Clink!

in unison, but they dared not allow their wine glasses to surpass the height of

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