Chapter 3

I fled from the bridal store in a mess, and I went home and cried all night, sobbing so hard that my buckwheat pillows sprouted, and my heart was still clogged.

Lucas called me dozens of times, and I was reluctant to borrow it, but I couldn't be bothered to pull the plug on him, so I had to throw my phone in a drawer and lock it, afraid of a moment of weakness.

Lucas is the best at coaxing me into a swoon every time I'm angry, and I can't give him that chance again.

I cuddled the soft and fluffy Tamagotchi dog doll and my memories drifted back to the old days.

At that time, I was still a famous boxer in the school team. My family thought it was not good for a girl to practice this, and I was stubborn, so how could I get married in the future?

My dad personally came to my door to apply pressure, and in the face of the major shareholders, the principal nodded his head and ordered me off the varsity team in two sentences.

I can't box anymore. I'm sad all day.

Lucas is the only one who understands; he says there's nothing wrong with me sticking to my hobbies, and secretly got me an annual pass to the boxing gym, and offered to be my sparring partner.

But he was like a wind-blown bean sprout, I was afraid of really hurting him, and he sparred with the punches are not too hard, boxing skills are getting rusty, but the young love is gradually sprouting.

Then we grew up slowly, the Pei family's head wife had a lot to learn, I didn't have time to practice boxing any more, and the gloves got dusty when I left them at home.

Maybe pick it up afterward.

I tied a sharp high ponytail, dropped my usual delicate dress, put on my sportswear, and washed my tear-stained, sticky face, which revealed some girlish vigor in the mirror.

I cheered at myself in the mirror and pushed open the door to my room, only to see a familiar figure on the couch, and my body instantly froze in place.

Lucas raised his eyes just then, the daylight hitting the side of his crisp face, adding a gentle touch.

Before I would have been drunk in the trap of tenderness, dreaming sweet dreams, but now cold sweat creeps up on my forehead, as cold as ice on a three-volt summer's day.

"Abigail, don't be mad at me, I reordered your wedding dress and we'll take another set, okay?"

My mom also came out with washed fruit and looked at me like I was a child who didn't know any better.

"The original cause of the matter Lucas told me, that's a misunderstanding, you also collect your temper, don't fight with Lucas, away from him, where can you find such a husband who can love people?"