"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony.

On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide.

Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge."

On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."

Runaway Groom : A Bride's Tale

In the living room, Stella dipped a cotton swab in iodine, lifted and supported Ethan's left hand, couldn't help but take an extra glance before holding her breath and carefully tending to the wound on his forearm. His fingers were slender and elegant, with clearly defined joints, rounded and clean nails, and faint blue veins visible beneath the skin.


Stella gently held his hand, carefully applying the iodine. There was a warm heat where their skin touched; her hands were always cool, but he was just the opposite.


But after the seventh time he pulled his arm away, Stella couldn't help but furrow her brow. "If you move again, we'll have to go to the hospital after all."


She was trying to help him with the medication, but he wasn't cooperating very well. After several times, Stella was starting to get a bit annoyed.


"I'm not going," Ethan lightly snorted in refusal, paused, then furrowed his brow again. "Put some effort into it, don't be so gentle."


Chapter 18