Conan Hamilton's true love secretly wears my wedding gown. She's pregnant, and she slips and falls when we argue. After being taken to the hospital, she's told that she'll never have another child.

Conan is furious. He banishes me abroad to be a nun.

A year later, he comes to the nunnery to take me home. However, all he finds is that I've long since broken free. I even have a child in my arms.

His eyes are red as he snarls, "Are you trying to use the child to force me to marry you? Or do you just want to mock Queenie for not being able to bear children anymore?"

He has no idea that the child isn't his. He also doesn't know that I'm about to marry someone else.

We hadn't met in over a year, but Conan Hamilton was still as cocky and self-righteous as ever.

Nonetheless, I suppressed my emotions and glanced lightly at him through clear eyes.

"Nope. You got it all wrong."

However, the disdain and cockiness in Conan's eyes didn't die down. He still looked mighty sure of himself as he teased, "You still have the worst temper in the world. I see that it hasn't changed. A person like you would never marry into the Hamilton family!"

Right at that moment, Finley Hamilton, who had just turned a month old, suddenly started crying in my arms, interrupting Conan.

Conan frowned. He glanced at the baby and seemed to feel some pity for him. He wanted to say something but stopped himself before he did. Then, he reached to take the baby from my arms.

Just then, a flirty and coquettish voice was heard from afar. It was only then that Conan put his hands down and turned toward the voice.

"Conan?"

Queenie Winters appeared, coming up next to us. However, her expression immediately turned dark when she saw me and baby Finley.

Still, she wrapped her hands seductively around Conan's arm as if to show off that he belonged to her or something.

"Conan, I know that you came here looking for Rina… I must be the third wheel here. Should I leave?"

Conan immediately spoke up. "Of course you aren't. She's already been repenting for a whole year. She would no longer be as petty as she once was."

He then looked up at me. I just gave him a light smile and told them, "Of course, you're not the odd one out. I am. I'll be taking my leave now."

I turned to walk away, but Conan immediately grabbed my wrist and yelled at me, "I just said that you wouldn't be as petty as before, but look at you, giving me an attitude like this! You're still as dumb as ever. I overestimated you!"

Had this been in the past, I would definitely have felt hurt by the way he defended Queenie in front of me. But now, I didn't even want to bother arguing with him.

I forced my wrist out of his grip.

"I still have a plane to catch, so if you'll both excuse me."

I was going back this time because I had a huge event to attend.

However, I'd just left with Finley for the airport when Conan also made a call to book the same flight home for him and Queenie.

As soon as we boarded the plane, Finley wouldn't stop crying because he was hungry. I quickly made my way to the nursing room to feed him.

However, Queenie blocked my path, looking ready to snatch Finley away from me.

"How could you not know how to comfort a baby, Rina? Since he keeps crying, you should give him to me. I will comfort him."

I neatly avoided her grubby hands and tightly held my only baby. Then, I said guardedly, "Finley has asthma. I'll handle him myself."

Who would have thought that Queenie would suddenly start sobbing in the middle of the plane?

She bawled, tears streaming down her face as she caused a huge scene."I can't give birth anymore, and you know that! I didn't even blame you for my miscarriage the last time, but how could you not even let me hold your baby?"

As soon as she burst into tears, everyone on the plane immediately looked at me, thinking that I'd been bullying Queenie.

Conan heard the commotion and approached us. He looked at me with pure disgust and hatred.

"Sabrina Lockhart, Queenie just wants to hold the baby. What did she ever do to you to deserve such terrible treatment? You need to be taught a lesson!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. I glared at Conan and said determinedly, "Finley is my baby, and Queenie's miscarriage was an accident. Why must you pin the blame on me?"

Conan wanted to retort as soon as I was done speaking, but the other women on the plane started defending me.

"I see, so it turned out that this wretch is just acting like a spoiled brat so she could snatch away someone else's baby! How shameless of her!"

"How could she try to snatch someone else's baby in broad daylight? And while crying and sobbing so uglily like that?"

Queenie felt embarrassed when she heard the words directed at her. Conan immediately defended her.

"I am the baby's father! This is my family's private affair!"

Then, another female passenger lost her temper and scoffed loudly. "Even if you're the baby's father, how could you help another woman snatch the baby away from the mother? You're equally as disgusting and despicable as her!

"Don't you ever book a flight on this plane again. Just looking at both of your vile faces makes me want to puke!"

Conan had never been embarrassed in public before. He was on the verge of blowing up, his chest heaving heavily. However, he couldn't get a single word out.

Queenie also gritted her teeth in anger. Her eyes were full of unshed tears as she ran, sobbing, into the lavatory.

Just as I was about to push the door to the nursing room open, Conan grabbed the handle and stopped me from opening it.

His voice was cold and icy as he gritted through clenched teeth at the air hostess nearby, "Anyone on the plane with young children can use this room—except Ms. Lockhart. She is forbidden from it."

The air hostess didn't know how to react. However, since Conan was a platinum member, she could do nothing to protest.

The other passengers on the plane wouldn't have it, though. Someone threw a bottle at Conan and yelled, "Is this your own plane, you idiot? How could you be so ridiculous? People like you don't deserve to be a father!"

Conan dared not argue this time. He simply nodded toward the air hostess while stubbornly gripping the door handle.

I said calmly, "I won't need it anymore."

Fiona, a nice lady whose seat was next to mine, suddenly spoke up. "Come back here. I'll shield you while you feed your baby. Then I'll formally complain about that air hostess for discrimination!"

I smiled appreciatively and nodded at Fiona as I returned to my seat. She then shielded me with her coat while I fed Finley.

A while later, Finley finally stopped crying after he was done feeding. He then slept like a log until it was time to land.

I exited the departure hall. When Conan saw that I wasn't getting into his car, his face darkened, and he flew into another rage, thinking I was still playing mind games with him.

"Sabrina Lockhart, you can take the cab if you want to, but I refuse to let my son take it. Are you trying to use my son to garner my sympathy?"

I stared at Conan. He was simply being ridiculous.

"Finley is not your son."

Conan reacted as though he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. He threw his head back and laughed loud and hard.

"Wow, I never thought that you'd stoop so low to talk such nonsense with me. Do you even hear yourself? You're talking rubbish!"

Conan wanted to continue his tirade, but Queenie suddenly shivered hard and sniffed loudly next to him.

He immediately approached her and asked concernedly, "Are you cold?"

Without saying another word, Conan took off his coat and draped it around Queenie's shoulders. Then, he personally escorted her into the front passenger seat.

When he looked back at me, I could tell that he was holding on to his last bit of patience. He frowned and said, "If you want to stand in the cold wind, fine! Just stay there until you freeze to death!"

Then, he turned away and sped off in his car.

A short while later, Gary Brosnan stopped his car beside me and got out to help me with my suitcases. Gary was the butler to Conan's father, Joseph Hamilton.

"Mrs. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton Sr. has been wanting to meet his eldest grandson for a long time. Please, get into the car."

A year ago, Conan's brother, Dylan Hamilton, rescued me from the nunnery. That was when we decided to spend the rest of our lives together.

At first, Joseph had been entirely against our relationship, but Dylan used his advantage as the eldest son in the family to threaten his father, saying that he would kill himself if he couldn't marry me. Joseph ultimately relented.

Now that I had Finley, Joseph had no more reasons to oppose my relationship with Dylan.

…

The roads were brightly lit all the way back to the Hamilton residence.

Joseph carefully took Finley from me, his eyes full of love and adoration for the baby in his arms. Then, Joseph glanced behind me briefly.

"Where's Dylan? I thought that we could discuss the wedding together."

I explained, "Dylan's still busy with the overseas headquarters, but he told me to come home first to see you. Then, we'll also settle the issue with the branch company here at home."

Joseph lowered his head in deep thought.

I walked into the house with him and saw that everyone else from the Hamilton family was there. They were eager to discuss our wedding details, planning to make it as grand as possible.

Conan's background was slightly complicated. He had been born out of wedlock to a mistress, so the only thing Joseph could do for him was to provide him with wealth. However, Conan had no status or say in the family matters.

After we were done discussing, Conan's aunt, Anna Lysander, who was the head of a radio station, released the news of our wedding that very night.

Conan immediately called me up. With a trace of sarcasm, he sounded like he was interrogating me.

"Sabrina Lockhart, how dare you secretly discuss wedding plans with my father and the others! I haven't even agreed to marry you yet!"

I answered coldly, "Did you really think your opinion mattered?"

I hung up after that and ignored him. Then, I picked Finley up and entered Dylan's bedroom.

The next morning, I bumped into Conan as soon as I came out of the room.

He had an icy aura to him as his face became devoid of color. His eyes turned dark as he asked me, "How could you sleep in Dylan's bedroom?"

Conan decided to drop the subject and not question me any further when I didn't answer him for a long time.

He just sighed and said, "Since the wedding has been confirmed, we'll just go with what the elders have planned. Come with me to try on wedding gowns now."

I looked at Conan incredulously before turning to walk away. However, he grabbed my wrist and tugged me back.

"Sabrina, you're the one who wanted this marriage. Yet you're also the one acting all cold and distant with me now. You're having quite a lot of fun torturing me, aren't you?

"Are you still mad because of Queenie? I grew up with her, and she just got dumped by her ex. What's wrong with me being a little concerned about her?"

I didn't want to continue arguing with him anymore. "I think you're mistaken. I'm not mad at all. Absolutely, positively, not," I said, stressing every word.

As soon as I was done talking, the anger in Conan's eyes gradually dissipated.

He wanted to hold my hand, but he dropped his hands back down after I glared at him.

"I've already made the necessary arrangements. I've also realtered that original wedding gown of yours. It's up to you whether you want to come with me or not."

My eyes brightened. I immediately agreed to go with him.

That wedding dress had been a wedding gift from Dylan to congratulate me when he was still abroad. However, Queenie had taken it away and secretly altered the size so it wouldn't fit me.

It might have been a wedding gift back then, but now, I felt as though it was a fateful item that brought me and Dylan together.

Naturally, I would be more than delighted to have it back. It was quite a pleasant surprise for me.

However, as soon as I stepped out of the Hamilton residence, Queenie immediately bounded over like a rabbit and glued herself to Conan's side.

As soon as she saw me, she started putting on her gross, pitiful act.

"Conan punished me so hard the last time I altered your wedding gown that I can still feel the pain on my butt. But it's fine now. The dress size is back to normal. You must be really happy, huh?"

Queenie giggled and smiled widely at me while Conan playfully tapped her on the nose and said in a fond, gentle voice, "Aren't you the sweetest?"

I assessed the situation and knew that Queenie was bound to tag along, so I headed straight for the car's back seat and sat down.

Conan had just opened his car door and seemed to be stunned for a short while. He looked confused and puzzled, but he ultimately said nothing.

I slept all the way to the boutique, waking up only after we'd arrived at our destination.

After entering the boutique, the sales assistant, Rebecca, took out my original wedding gown and showed it to me. Finally, it was back in my hands once more.

I carefully checked the detailing on the dress. Once I was satisfied with its condition, I told Rebecca to wrap it up for me.

Conan seemed to have been anticipating something because his eyes turned dark when he saw what I was doing. He then stared straight into my eyes.

"Sabrina Lockhart, it took me forever to get the dress altered back. Aren't you going to try it on?"

Rebecca had just been about to leave with my dress when she heard what he said and stopped mid-step. However, I just waved at her expressionlessly and gestured for her to proceed with wrapping it up.

Then, I told Conan, "I've got other things to attend to."

Conan's eyes turned darker. The gleam in his eyes completely went out as he watched me leave. But just as he thought about chasing after me, Queenie pouted hard and shook his arm, vying for his attention.

"Conan, I want to try on some wedding dresses too! Can't you please stay with me? Please? Pretty please?"

After hopping into a cab, I saw Conan's frozen face through the glass windows of the boutique. His face was pale as he stared expressionlessly out of the windows.

When my cab driver started the engine, I shut my eyes, feeling as though a huge burden had just been lifted from my shoulders.

"Please take me to the largest jewelry store in the city."

Dylan had been working tirelessly in preparation for the wedding, so I decided to shoulder some of his responsibilities and pick out our rings by myself.

After I entered the jewelry store, a deep blue sapphire stone immediately caught my eye. It was brilliant and dazzling, to say the least.

"You've got good taste, miss. This ring goes perfectly with your complexion."

I was very satisfied with my choice and exchanged small talk with the salesperson. Then, I asked him to ring up a set of sapphire rings for me.

While I was picking out a locket for Finley next, two people entered the store.

"Hey, how did Rina know that I was coming here with you next, Conan? Has she been following us?"

I didn't raise my head and just continued choosing a locket.

The salesperson had just finished wrapping up my rings and was handing them to me when Conan suddenly slapped the package onto the ground.

He then scoffed at me and said, "Since when have you been so impatient? You didn't even bother pretending to try on the wedding dress just now. And yet, here you are, already picking out your rings!

"What, worried that nobody will want to marry you anymore?"

Queenie immediately scooped up the fallen package, opened it, and took out the ring box. She opened the box and exclaimed, "Conan, look! This ring is so pretty! I'm sure it'll look beautiful on your and Rina's fingers.

"But I'll never get to wear it…"

Conan felt bad for her and pulled her into his arms, patting her comfortingly on her back. Then, he slid a ring on Queenie's finger.

"It's just a ring. Of course you'll get to wear it."

I clenched my fists in anger. "That's my ring. Who permitted you to wear it?"

Conan's face turned dark at once. He slapped my hand away and yelled impatiently, "You were the one who jumped the gun and bought the rings without consulting me, and I haven't even gotten back at you for that yet!

"So what if Queenie wants to wear it first? You're such a petty woman!"

Queenie, feigning thoughtfulness, finally removed the ring after admiring it on her finger for a while. However, as she removed it, she purposely bent the ring.

"I want a ring that Conan buys for me. I don't care about this one."

Then, she threw the rings onto the ground and got Conan to buy her another.

I couldn't care less about them. After picking out Finley's locket, I paid for my things and immediately left.

…

The next day, at the wedding, I was already all dressed up in my wedding gown with a face full of makeup, ready to start the ceremony, when Conan suddenly barged into my room in anger and puzzlement.

"Sabrina Lockhart! Are you forcing me to marry you just because of that ring incident yesterday? Let me tell you that I will not be showing up at the wedding today!

"We'll only get married after you've thought about everything you've done wrong. I don't believe that you'll actually continue being such a ridiculously stubborn donkey!"

As soon as he was done with his rant, the emcee, whom I'd just been talking to, couldn't hold back any longer. He double-checked his cue cards once more before addressing Conan.

"Mr. Conan Hamilton, she's getting married to Mr. Dylan Hamilton, not you."