Fake Marriage: Love Takes Me To You

The last big event in L City was the 88-year-old birthday of Archer. All kinds of celebration were held in the biggest hotel in the city. This time, the big event was also about him. It was his funeral, which was held in a rainy day.

All the people present were dressed in black with white flowers, looking sad.

Becky looked haggard without make-up. Her plain face was as beautiful as a hibiscus flower. Her two crying eyes were red and swollen, and her feet were weak. She needed help to take every step. And the one who held the umbrella for her was a servant with a wooden expression.

In just a few days, she had seen the worst side of human nature in her twenties. And because she had witnessed the evil, she knew the value of kindness and beauty. However, in this world, the person who loved her most had left. Becky remembered that at the beginning of the year, Archer had agreed to ski in R Country with her. Who would have thought that her grandfather who had promised her with a smile had abandoned her and gone to the Heavenly Kingdom?

Becky recalled the 20 years she spent with her grandfather. The more she thought about it, the more painful she felt. In the end, she couldn't cry anymore. She didn't want to accept the reality, but there was nothing she could do.

She couldn't leave world with him. No one could accompany her for a lifetime. What Becky felt was not only sadness. She felt that she w

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sorry for Becky. She was sitting there and some relatives of the Song Family were persuading her.

Now the Song Family was not as close to Lucian as before. They probably knew that they were just business partners. They even looked at him with a strange look, as if they were looking at him with some contempt. Lucian understood their thoughts very well.

"If you need any help, just let me know. I'll leave you alone." After being stared at for about twenty minutes, Lucian finally decided to leave.

"Please help yourself." Porter was not in the mood to send him home.

Afraid of bothering them, Lucian left the hall in a hurry. The rain was not over yet. He didn't know why the God made so much trouble for people.

He drove back home. After carefully washing himself, he sat on the sofa and rubbed his wet hair with a towel.

This was Lucian's apartment. He lived alone and there wasn't even a nanny to clean it. The whole flat was white. He wanted to pursue a simple style, as if other colors could cause emotions. Only white represented the loss of human heart.

Lucian rubbed his hair. He was so comfortable at home that he could run around with only a bath towel on. If only those superfluous thoughts could roam around freely and never return to his mind.

On the crystal tea table in front of him, there was a delicate photo framed. It was a group photo taken of Lucian, Megan and Eric by chance.