Chapter 920

The emcee carried out his tasks in an orderly manner nonetheless. Stella stood beside Weston motionless, listening to the noise. Her heart was cold, though. The buzzing noise in her ear made her couldn’t hear clearly. The priest invited spoke fluently. Those marriage vows only heard on TV were now in her ears. He asked her, "Stella, whether you are rich or poor, old or sick, are you willing to marry the gentleman in front of you and let him be your husband?" Her heart trembled, and she lowered her eyes. Weston looked down at her, suddenly stretched out his hand and clasped her fingers tightly. She took a deep breath and said slowly, "I do." The next second, she felt the strength in her hand increase. The man pressed his fingertips on the back of her hand, almost crushing her bones. The priest turned to Weston. "Weston, regardless of poverty, wealth, life, old age, sickness or death, would you like to marry the young lady in front of you?" "Never give up, love her, take care