Chapter 1858

Silas' men didn't dare hesitate. The moment he lifted Sylvia into his arms, they rushed to carry her wheelchair onto the stage, making sure that Silas didn't have to exert himself too much. But even with Sylvia in his arms, Silas' mind was elsewhere. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about a wedding from two years ago—Charles and Nicola's wedding. He could still remember exactly how Nicola looked in her wedding dress that day. She had been breathtakingly beautiful and flawless. She was so beautiful that it had made his heart race, no matter how much he had tried to suppress it. Sylvia's accessories were all undeniably expensive that day, but the truth was that Silas hadn't put any real thought into them. He had completely handed off the wedding arrangements to his subordinates, with only one instruction—make it as extravagant as possible. But as he stood there, looking down at the woman in his arms, he couldn't stop wondering… If it were Nicola in this dress… If it