Chapter 583: 583: I Just Like You

Chapter 583: Chapter 583: I Just Like You

Rosie Thompson was worried, and she went to Old Madam Wells for comfort during that time.

Who would have thought that someone could really stand Walter Wells’ annoying mouth.

And it turned out to be Charlotte York.

When the couple learned that Walter Wells was with Charlotte York, they were overjoyed.

All they wanted was for Walter Wells to market himself to someone else.

But not only did Walter Wells sell himself, he even got Charlotte York!

Knowing that the two of them were together, there was nothing for the couple to be unhappy about.

They just urged them to get married as soon as possible.

Fortunately, although Charlotte York was an actress, she did not intend to postpone marriage for her career.

Therefore, although she was young, she was still willing to marry Walter Wells early.

At this time, Brody Wells and Rosie Thompson met Morgan Zhekova and liked her very much.

Rosie Thompson thought that both Charlotte York and Walter Wells looked exceptionally good.

It wasn’t just because he was her son.

But the appearance of her son, even if placed in the entertainment circle, there were not many who could compare with him.

The children born from the excellent genes of the two would definitely be as cute as Morgan Zhekova.

After greeting Brody Wells and Rosie Thompson, she went to the side and chatted with Bertrand York and Grace Evans for a while.

Then, Adrian Zhekova and Cindy Clarke took Morgan Zhekova to the break room together.

Charlotte York was already prepared in the break room.

Because she had put on her makeup, Charlotte York couldn’t eat anything even if she was hungry.

Fortunately, the hotel had prepared small snacks for her, as well as tiny sandwiches.

With just one bite, she wouldn’t worry about eating her lipstick.

She thought that from the beginning of the wedding, she would probably not be able to eat for a long time.

So Charlotte York didn’t idle, she kept eating.

“You look amazing like this,” Cindy Clarke said, watching Charlotte York in her wedding dress, sitting there.

“There are a lot of desserts in the banquet hall. Help yourself,” Charlotte York added.

So the three of them stopped disturbing Charlotte York.

They took Morgan back to the banquet hall.

Morgan immediately went to Derek Smith, who was with Frank Smith and the others.

It was because Adrian Zhekova and Cindy Clarke had come early.

Christopher Smith and Benjamin Smith were also there early because Frank and Angela Smith were acting as flower children.

As for the older family members, they would come on time and wouldn’t arrive too early.

Seeing that Morgan was playing well with Derek Smith and the others, with Christopher Smith and Benjamin Smith looking after them, Cindy Clarke pulled Adrian Zhekova to the side and said, “You were just talking about registering our marriage.”

“Huh?” Adrian Zhekova’s attention was suddenly highly focused.

Earlier, he didn’t continue the conversation when Cindy Clarke didn’t respond and tried to talk about something else instead.

Cindy Clarke said, “Before, we agreed to see how we get along because I was afraid you would regret it and might discover after getting to know me that I was not the type you like.”

“We have been together for a long time now, and we live together. Our relationship is no different from that of a married couple,” Adrian Zhekova immediately said, “We have adjusted to each other in our daily lives, and we have compromised on the small details.”

“Of course, there aren’t many differences in our living habits,” Adrian Zhekova laughed softly, “We seem to be particularly suitable for living together. Whether it’s our taste in food, daily habits, or even small details, we get along very well.”

Ever since the two started living together, they never had any quarrels over their daily routines or differences in habits.

Adrian Zhekova held Cindy Clarke’s hand, gently squeezing it, “And now, do you still think I wouldn’t like you?”

Cindy Clarke shook her head.

She wouldn’t think that way anymore.

Neither of them ever specifically mentioned it, but Adrian Zhekova already made it clear.

She would just be acting coy if she said otherwise.

“Originally, I didn’t have a type, or maybe, I just didn’t know what kind of person I liked,” Adrian Zhekova said, “But after meeting you, I know that I don’t have a ‘type’ to fall for; I just like you, that’s all.”

Cindy Clarke’s face was burning hot, her ears were completely red, and she wondered if her ears were hot enough to produce smoke.

Her hand, held by Adrian Zhekova, was also unbearably hot.

How could this man be so good with words?

He should write a collection of sweet nothings, or it would be a waste of his talent.

“I know,” Cindy Clarke whispered, “I don’t doubt it.”