"Next month." Zayn added, "We'll send out the invitations soon."
"Really? You're both engaged already?"
Lena was shocked, to say the least. She had always believed that Zayn wasn't serious about Carla and wouldn't actually marry her. Unexpectedly, Zayn himself admitted that they would be holding a wedding the following month.
"Yes." Zayn gently squeezed Carla's waist. "It'll take time for Carla's customized wedding gown and accessories to be ready, or I would've married her this month itself."
"What's the rush?" Harry blurted.
"I wouldn't want my future wife running away before sealing the deal, would I?" Zayn joked.
Carla released a soft giggle in response, and the two looked at each other affectionately.
Jealousy crept into Lena's heart as she looked at Carla. It was her wedding, yet Carla had stolen her thunder.
Since she was young, she was overshadowed by Carla as long they were in the room, even during her own wedding.
With a stiff smile on his face, Harry said insincerely, "That's great. Congratulations."
"Both of you can rest for a while. We have to greet the other guests outside. Please head to the banquet hall later. The official ceremony will begin in half an hour."
Lena flashed one last smile.
"Sure. Don't let us keep you here." Zayn guided Carla to sit back down.
Subsequently, Lena tugged Harry away. As soon as they rounded a corner, she couldn't help from castigating him, "Look at how Mr. Giblo treats Carla! She's the only thing he sees. Every action and gaze is for her. But what about you? Things were still fine before seeing her, but once you did, it was like I became completely invisible to you."
"You're reading too much into things." Harry explained insipidly, "She's Zayn's woman. How can I think about her that way?"
"So you're saying that you would if she isn't Zayn's woman? Is that it?" Lena glared vehemently at him.
"No…" Harry frowned deeply. "It's our wedding today. Can you stop throwing a tantrum? It's not good for the baby too."
At the mention of the baby, Lena kept her temper in check, but still angrily warned, "Harry, I've sacrificed so much for you. I even resorted to using my own family just to help you. If you let me down, I will never forgive you."
"Don't worry, I won't." Harry held her waist intimately. "Let's go outside. There are other guests waiting for us.
"Mr. L and Mr. Giblo will definitely confront each other today. Let's just sit back and watch. No matter who emerges as the winner, we'll still stand to benefit!"
"Mm. I know."
In the room, Zayn was on the phone, but his eyes were trained on Carla the whole time.
Carla was munching on some fruits on the sofa, seemingly having a good appetite. She finished an entire bunch of grapes before moving onto some small cakes.
After ending the call, Zayn pulled her into his arms and cupped her cheek. "Look how good your appetite is. Could you really be pregnant? We should check…"
"Nah, I don't think so. I've always had a good appetite." Carla continued eating without a care in the world.
"Still, let's check just to be sure. I'll take you to the hospital later."
Zayn hoped for Carla to bear him a few more children; the more the merrier.
"No." Carla shook her head. "I've already promised Mrs. Borah we'd go visit the countryside right after the wedding."
"You're being disobedient." Zayn bit her bottom lip unhappily.
"S-Stop it!"
Brandy rushed in to report his findings while they were fooling around. When he saw the suggestive scene, he hastily swiveled around. "Mr. Giblo, the wedding is about to begin. Everything is set!"
"Mm." Zayn helped Carla to her feet.
Both of them tidied up their clothes and walked out hand-in-hand.
As soon as they stepped out, they ran into Brad, who was walking toward them. He was in an all- black suit with his long hair tied up. Besides his dashing good looks, he gave off an artistic vibe. Upon seeing Carla, he was visibly stunned.
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