To Have A Wedding, And Start Over Again...

The man was half crouched, his right leg bent, and his large palm held her ankle.

Julia subconsciously withdrew her feet.

But Ford held it tightly and said softly, "Don't move."

Her feet were beautiful, her ankles were slender and her toes were round. In contrast, her small foot was not as long as his hand, and it felt very soft.

Julia's eyes widened, and she couldn't hear what was saying on the phone.

The place where the skin was touched was more like the junction of ice and fire, and it felt an unbearable strangeness.

What is this!

Something she didn't think would actually happen in her lifetime?

Ford was helping her wear shoes!

Was he the lofty President Ainsworth?

If this had happened in the past, she would be utterly infatuated with him.

But now she only felt scared.

Fortunately, Ford was fast and neat in action, and in an instant, her shoes were placed firmly on her feet.

Ford stood up and took the wet napkin from the driver. He slowly wiped his hands with an indifferent expression, as if he had done nothing just now.

Ford's calm expression gave Julia an illusion that she had just developed a hypochondriasis.

She wore these shoes herself.

While the driver, who had been standing still beside them, was extremely shocked. The driver did not have hypochondriasis. But he felt that he might be blind.

He had been with the president for five years and knew that he was a fanatic for cleanliness.

Last time, a female hostess only knocked on the car window, but his boss ordered someone to disinfect the car window to her face.

The woman's face went red with anger and humiliation there and then.

But now, president Ainsworth was actually holding his wife's feet to put on her shoes.

It was two feet that hadn't been washed for almost a day.

This was unbelievable.

Someone said hello repeatedly on the phone which stopped Julia's fantasy. The call was from the director of The Delicious Life.

He was to ask her if she could attend the latest episode, and that she could get paid ten times higher than before. It was very generous for Julia, a little—known actress.

In fact, it almost reached the announcement fee for some pop stars.

The director explained that the episode which Julia participated in had a high audience rating and thus the audience were highly expected of her returning.

These words moved her. It proved that there were people who had expectations of her, a new face in the show, so she couldn't disappoint the audience.

She answered in a low voice, panicking in her heart, saying that she would adjust her schedule.

The director was delighted and looking forward to their cooperation.

After getting off the car, Julia looked at the building in front of her that looked like an ancient castle, and her eyes were filled with admiration.

She never thought that there would be such a beautiful place in Country D.

She was amazed.

At the moment, a group of luxuriously dressed attendants came out of the castle. They bowed slightly and greeted her with a standard smile.

The leading lady took a step forward and respectfully asked Ford, "Sir, would you like to start now?"

Ford replied clearly, "Yes."

Frank then spoke to the attendant again. His accent pronunciation was rather British and it was very pleasant to the ear. It sounded like he was attending some kind of United Nations conference. And it was very high—end.

It sounded sexy.

Nonetheless, Julia was utterly confused.

She heard Ford say something about dressing up properly. Could it be that he wanted to dress her up and sell her to Southeast Asia?

After receiving the order, those people did not give Julia a chance to speak and passionately led her inside.

They came to a place which looked like a dressing room.

Why?

This was because the entire room was shining with golden light, giving a reflection of its incomparable luxury.

Julia could barely tell from all kinds of makeup in front of the mirror that this was indeed a dressing room.

Afterwards, those staff made up her face and changed her clothes.

While dressing up, Julia knew that this place was called Diane Manor, a top manor that had received foreign princesses.

Half an hour passed. When she stood in front of the mirror again, she was dumbfounded.

With the makeup, she was like a fairy in the mirror, and her white dress added her extraordinary beauty, as if she was about to ascend to the Immortal Realm at any moment.

Those staff surrounded her and praised her endlessly.

"Miss Green, you are the only one worthy of this wedding dress. This is the princess style and we have also made improvements. I must say you look perfect in this dress."

"You're simply too beautiful."

What!

What did they dressed her again?

Julia looked at the curly veil in the mirror and the lace dress on her body. She was clearly certain that this was really a wedding dress.

A white wedding dress that symbolize holiness.

Their previous marriage, without a wedding, went silent. She didn't expect to have a chance to put on a wedding dress now.

Moreover, it was on the day of her divorce.

It was a little ironic.

The door was pushed open and Ford walked in wearing a custom—made high—end suit.

The group of attendants tactfully withdrew.

Julia looked at him quietly. The man was very handsome, and his suit flattered his trim and tall figure. It was extremely eye—catching.

The light seemed to have cast a faint white mist for him, leaving him a god—like appearance that brooked no blasphemy.

Pure white and extreme black. At first glance, the two of them were unexpectedly matched.

Ford's eyes were against the light as he looked at the girl in white veil in front of him. At this moment, he was moved.

Her beautiful facial features and the white wedding dress showed off her lovely figure and gorgeous beauty.

Her delicate skin was shining under the light, like a fine white tallow jade.

Ford suddenly felt some regret. If they had a wedding before, he would not have missed her beautiful appearance in white.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late.

Julia felt puzzled and subconsciously asked, "Do you want to take a divorce photo as a souvenir?"

Oh my God!

Actually there was no need.

Who wore a wedding gown to take pictures after getting divorced?

This would be her nightmare for the rest of her life.

Hearing that, Ford's expression darkened, and his eyes seemed to be filled with hostility. A moment later, he chuckled again, "No."

Julia was so shocked again that she was filled with questions.

He wanted to play a game?

Then he should go and find his heroine.

Don't come looking for her again. Their story was over.

Frank's eyes were pitch—black, and the light on his back made people feel unclear. He walked closer and said, "We didn't take any wedding photos before. Let's take today."

"Let's start over." He said.

Holy mother f*cking god!

Julia's entire body seemed to have been struck by lightning, and she was utterly stunned on the spot.

How did things end up like this?

What was wrong with him!

This was not right.

Julia stepped back vigilantly and unknowingly smiled sheepishly, "No need."

Ford smiled gently as if he did not hear what she said, "I will let go of everything at hand. I will accompany you wherever you want to travel."

He added, "It's time for you to calm down now. Stop messing around."

Julia was silent for a second before she suddenly burst out laughing. However, she laughed not in happiness but rather in a mockery.