His Grandfather Chose Me But I Chose His Dying Cousin Chapter 09 (Continue)
On the day of the wedding, I got up before dawn to have my makeup done.
Harrison carried me out of the house and into the car.
I secretly glanced at the side of his face.
He was nothing like Evan.
Evan was the reckless rich heir type, with a careless, slightly dangerous charm.
Harrison, on the other hand, was serious and proper.
His nose was straight, and his lips were thin.
People said men with lips like that were cold-hearted.
But I had seen him lose control for my sake.
At that thought, sweetness welled up in my heart.
It was another wedding, and we were taking the same route as in my previous life.
But my mood was completely different.
In my previous life, I had constantly worried Evan would regret marrying me.
In this life, all I felt was peace.
Suddenly, the wedding car stopped.
I saw Evan standing in the middle of the road in a suit, wearing a groom’s boutonniere.
No one had expected him to dare cause trouble on our wedding day.
It seemed he really had lost his mind.
Harrison got out of the car and came to stand beside me.
“I’ll handle this,” I said. “Otherwise, this will only get uglier between you two.’
But Harrison held my hand instead.
“We’re married now. Whatever comes, we face it together.”
The warmth of his hand steadied me at once.
But when Evan saw how close we were, he became even more unhinged.
“Clara, come with me. We’ll go beg Granddad to let you marry me. You were supposed to marry
me.”
I found it absurd.
Did he think marriage was a game?
Or did he think life was some TV drama?
When he had me, he never cherished me. Now he was making a scene like this.
“Evan, I thought I had already made myself clear. If you’re here to attend the ceremony, my husband and I welcome you. If you’re here to cause trouble, don’t blame me for what happens
next.”
“Clara, why are you so cold to me? It’s me. Didn’t you love me more than anything?”
After saying that, he suddenly lunged at me viciously.
The flash in his hand made me realize he had a knife.
But someone seized the blade from him with bare hands.
Harrison disarmed him, but his own hand was cut in the process.
Bright red blood dripped onto the ground.
Panicking, I tried to cover his wound and said, heart aching, “Are you okay? Why would you be so
reckless?”
Evan’s voice sounded defeated.
“You used to only worry about me. Now you care about someone else too?”
I gave him a cold sideways glance.
“Harrison is my husband. If I don’t care about him, am I supposed to care about you?”
Evan had already been pinned down by the relatives and friends from the wedding party.
But Lily somehow ran out of the house and threw herself around Evan, sobbing so hard she could
barely breathe.
“Evan, I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you, okay?”
Evan immediately explained to me, “Clara, I never said I would marry her.”
Then he lowered his voice and pleaded, “Clara, I really know I was wrong. Can’t you give me one chance?”
“In this life, I’ll treat you well. I won’t make the same mistakes again.”
I no longer wanted to say anything to him, and I was worried about Harrison’s injury.
“Get him out of here and let Mr. Crawford Sr. deal with him.”
Back in the car, someone brought over a first-aid kit.
Fortunately, Harrison’s cut was not deep. It only needed to be disinfected and bandaged, so it did not affect the wedding.
I later heard that after Evan was taken back to the Crawford estate, his father slapped him several
times and locked him in his room.
“Have someone watch him. Don’t let him out again.”