Samuel was actually serious when he said this, after all, his love for Giselle was real. When he saw Giselle happy, he felt happy from the bottom of his heart. When he saw Giselle was troubled, he thought about solving the problem first. In a way, Giselle was already his whole world.

If Samuel was going to start a married life with someone one day, that person could only be Giselle. Because he loved her. He would always willing to give everything for her.

For a moment, Giselle almost forgot the low gasp on the other end of the phone not long ago. The strange women's perfume penetrated into Giselle's nose and she was belatedly aware of the disgusting smell in the air.

He climbed onto his own bed right after getting off Rachel's bed. She quickly came to her senses.

"Okay."

"Then let's go try on the wedding dress tomorrow. "

Giselle nodded, thinking, how disgusting.

Samuel seemed really tired and after everything was settled, he fell asleep contentedly.

Giselle turned on her phone and sure enough, the fan named "Rach", oh no, she should be called Rachel. Rachel sent several messages in one breath.

"You shameless guy, he finally agreed to give me a wedding, why did you ruin it?!"

"You did it on purpose, right? Of course you did it on purpose! You did it to take Samuel away from me."

It seemed that she knew Giselle's identity from the beginning and sent those videos to her ostensibly to ask her to edit them, but in fact she wanted to persuade her to give up her position. But she didn't expect that Giselle kept the whole network a secret and made the matter so big that it was irreversible.

"Do you think he will love you like this?"

She sent a picture and the moment Giselle saw it clearly, her mind went blank.

It was a bracelet cut into several pieces. It was the peace rope that Giselle had begged for in the snow. Samuel had promised himself that he would never take it off, but now it was under Rachel's feet, covered in mud.

"When he was making it, he thought it was in the way, so he threw it away."

When Giselle woke up the next day, Samuel had already washed up and was tinkering in the kitchen.

Spread butter on the bread and fry it on both sides until it is golden brown, fry two sunny-side up eggs, fry four slices of bacon in the extra space in the pan and finally put lettuce and tomato slices in. After assembling them one by one, add a cup of hot milk to make today's loving breakfast.

When Giselle was brushing her teeth, Samuel was like a naughty child, fiddling with her hair.

"Baby, why are you so beautiful."

As he watched, Samuel couldn't help but kiss her. Giselle didn't look at him, washing her face by herself and deliberately splashed water on him, trying to keep Samuel away from her without making a sound.

Samuel didn't care at all and volunteered to apply lotion to her, saying that he was too busy recently and didn't have much time to look at her. Giselle didn't refuse, after all, she would tear this false happiness to pieces in a few days, leaving him in endless regret and guilt.

As she watched him getting closer and closer, she felt sick. When Samuel's calloused fingertips slid across Giselle's face, Giselle felt as if she was in another world for no reason. How long had it been since he had looked at her carefully like this?

She only remembered that one day, Samuel told her that there was too much work at the company and he had to come back later. Every night, Giselle would sit on the sofa and wait for him to come back. He did not disappoint her and always brought some small things. Sometimes two strings of candied haws, sometimes a small cake, sometimes sweet roasted sweet potatoes and new jewelry would be delivered the next day.

Now that she thought about it, it should be that Samuel felt guilty after satisfying himself in another bed and he wanted to compensate her.

Samuel looked at Giselle with a very complicated look. He didn't know when his Giselle had a few fine lines at the end of her eyes. He was too careless about her. Giselle liked beauty the most. After marriage, he would pamper her a thousand times and make his Giselle happy forever.

The two came to the most upscale wedding dress shop in San Jose. Today, the wedding dress shop only welcomed Giselle as a guest. All the wedding dresses in the store were tailor-made for Giselle. More than a dozen receptionists looked at Giselle with envy in their eyes.

Giselle smiled self-deprecatingly. What was they envious of? Envy that she was betrayed but didn't realize it, or envy that her boyfriend was busy tossing between two women.

"Giselle, what do you think of this one? I think it suits you very well." Samuel pointed to one of the wedding dresses, which was decorated with pearls and diamonds. It looked like the bright stars in the night sky, shining brightly under the lights.

But the next second, she saw Samuel's smile froze on his face. "Sir, this is the latest series of works by a French designer. The groom's wedding dress is this one."

A receptionist came over with the clothes. Out of intuition, Giselle recognized it almost instantly. It was Rachel. Samuel's disguise was very good. His expression was only stiff for a moment and he quickly recovered.

He looked at Giselle, "Baby, try the wedding dress first to see the effect. If you don't like it, we can try something else."

If Giselle didn't know everything about the two of them, she would never think of their relationship as lovers. Rachel looked serious and carefully introduced every detail of the wedding dress, but her body seemed to approach Samuel unintentionally. The two of them touched their fingertips unbelievably and separated very quickly.

Giselle walked into the fitting room under the guidance of the receptionist. Seeing Giselle disappear from his sight, Samuel followed Rachel into another fitting room. His Adam's apple rolled up and down and he licked his lips gently.

Rachel was very familiar with his appearance. That was a sign of his arousal. Rachel skillfully reached out to Samuel's thigh and the next second her wrist was tightly grasped by Samuel. Samuel frowned and spoke fiercely.

"Who asked you to come here? I warn you, if you let Giselle know about this, I guarantee that you won't even know how you died."

Rachel's eyes widened, a little at a loss. Obviously, she overestimated her position in Samuel's heart. She lowered her head and responded with a low "hmm".

Seeing Rachel's pitiful look, Samuel couldn't bear to scold her anymore. "I know you blame me, but it has already happened. Everyone in the city knows about Giselle and I. I can't have a wedding with you on that day, otherwise where will the Fernandez Family put its face. You can understand me, right?"

As Samuel said this, Rachel's eyes turned red. She blinked and tears fell on Samuel's chest. A tear soaked her shirt and also disturbed Samuel's last bit of reason.

"You are simply a goblin." Samuel kissed her hard, his hand wandered around Rachel's waist and pinched her hard. Rachel's sobs were blocked in her throat and she uttered a muffled hum.

Samuel took off her clothes and the two made unbearable noises.

What Samuel didn't know was that the fitting room in the wedding dress shop had a special structure. He thought Rachel took him around to the farthest place from Giselle, but he didn't know that behind the thin wall panel was Giselle, who was as disappointed as ashes.

Giselle looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a gorgeous wedding dress but looking haggard and felt that every minute and every second of the past seven years was a joke.

She heard every word of Rachel and Samuel and naturally did not miss Samuel's last words at the end.

"Our wedding can be held in advance. Giselle's wedding will be held the next day. I'm just sorry that I can't give you a grand wedding like hers."

Samuel came out of the fitting room with a calm expression and it was completely impossible to tell that he had just done the disgusting thing with Rachel in the fitting room.

The moment he saw Giselle change into a wedding dress and walk towards him, Samuel forgot everything and his eyes turned red uncontrollably. His voice was choked and he was about to cry in the next second.

In the past, he never understood why the groom in the TV series would cry when he saw the bride. He thought it was deliberately pretentious, so as to left a good impression of a groom in front of the guests, but at this moment he realized that the girl who had accompanied him all the way had already grown into an excellent adult.

They started from living together in a small rental house, eating fried food and barbecue on the street. Until one day they moved into a big house together, living a successful life that was envied by others. Along the way, the two leaned on each other and encouraged each other. The marriage that was out of reach was waving at them. They would also have their own children and they would grow old together.

They stood in front of the mirror and looked very compatible. Samuel's heart was suddenly wrapped tightly by an inexplicable guilt.

Then he asked Rachel to leave in an objective tone. "I will choose the rest of the clothes myself, no need to bother."

Giselle did not let go of the provocation in Rachel's eyes before she left, but she didn't care anymore.

After choosing the wedding dress, the two came to Curtiz’s house to greet them. Rebecca was obviously very satisfied with Samuel, "Samuel, we know who you are and we are relieved that you will take care of Giselle. The two of you should take good care of each other and live a good life together. I just hope you can be happy."

Samuel held Giselle's hand tightly, not knowing whether he was thinking of Rachel or the future with Giselle. Meanwhile Robbin didn't say anything, but snorted disdainfully with his fists clasped. No father in the world could really trust his daughter to another man.

He waved at Samuel, "You go out first, I have something to say to Giselle alone."

Samuel nodded and obediently retreated to the door. Robbin locked the door with a slam. He looked at Giselle carefully and frowned involuntarily.

"Girl, what's wrong with you recently? You looked weird on your last birthday. Why is it the same today? Are you in a bad mood? What happened? Tell me."

Robbin knew his daughter better than his father. Robbin was very familiar with his daughter. He could tell what Giselle was thinking from her expression. He rolled his eyes and lowered his voice, "Tell me the truth, don't you want to get married?"

Giselle didn't say anything.

"Did Samuel cheat? Did he find another woman?"

Giselle pouted.

"Does he value that woman more than you?!" Robbin shouted angrily, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to rush out and beat up the bastard outside the door.

Rebecca had never expected that things would turn out like this. She quickly held down the furious father and said seriously, "Giselle, are you sure there is no misunderstanding between you and Samuel? You are an adult now and your father and I will fully respect your opinion." Rebecca's speech speed became faster and faster and her emotions became more and more excited.

As she spoke, she punched the sofa, making a deep hole. "Samuel really shouldn't do this. He simply doesn't take our Curtiz Family seriously. Does he think he can do whatever he wants with a few stinky money? Bah, there are golf clubs in my bedroom. I'll beat that son of a bitch to death!!"