The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 197

"She and I are over. I was just surprised earlier because I was afraid you'd be upset. After all, your relationship with her has never been good, and Leilani has such a bad temper. I promise you, from now on, I'll listen to you. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Stop overthinking it, okay?"

"Really?" Tamara looked at him with red-rimmed eyes.

"Really." Milford nodded, his tone firming up. "I won't call off the wedding, and we'll do it right. We'll definitely have the wedding of the century for you, alright?"

Tamara finally smiled through her tears and threw herself into his arms. "Milford, you're the best."

Milford gently patted her back, but his heart felt inexplicably empty.

What was done is done. What was the point of agonizing over the past?

Milford closed his eyes, suppressing the strange emotion in his heart, and coaxed her softly, "Don't be mad anymore, okay?"

Tamara nodded obediently in his arms, but a triumphant smirk curled at the corner of her mouth.

After a while, Tamara lifted her head from his embrace and spoke cautiously. "If you really don't want Leilani to come, then I... I'll go tell her again..."

"No need."

Milford rubbed his temples, feeling exhausted, but he still had to comfort Tamara.

He sighed and said, "Since she's already invited, it wouldn't be right to specifically tell someone not to come. Let's just leave it at that."

Tamara smiled again, leaning against his shoulder, and spoke softly, "Milford, don't worry. Our wedding will be perfect."

Milford hummed in agreement, but his gaze went slightly out of focus. Even though he kept telling himself and saying aloud not to care about Leilani anymore, he couldn't help but picture her indifferent eyes in his mind.

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