Chapter 170 - He would pay the price

Alexandre paused, and when he looked up, his gaze was fiery looking at the screen. "The only thing I don't lack is money." The corner of his mouth twitched with another small muscle. Why should he hold back? The faster he got through this crap, the quicker he could finally marry his Lily. He didn't know why he was pushing, but if it was up to him, he would have dragged Lily to the altar long ago.Alone, without a crowd. Just a few of his closest relatives and friends. Sure, he liked to show his sweet wife around, show that she was his. But one thought plagued him for days. The closer the day got, the more he thought about it. Tormented, he presses his eyelids together.

That dress, it gave him a headache. Just thinking about that neckline that almost completely exposed Lily's white back. It kept him awake. Only reluctantly did he look forward to the church wedding. What could he do to ensure that only as few as possible could see her lovely back... This question tormented him day and night.

Only reluctantly did he tolerate this dress, solely because he wanted to give Lily everything she wanted so that she would be happy without desire. Although this horrible dress was part of it.

In order to make his wife happy, he had to give her a whole package. Which unfortunately included the dress. Now that he was aware of his feelings for her, he had decided to do everything for her. To spoil her and pamper her so that she could no longer imagine life without him. No man could give her what he was giving her. He knew she did not yet feel as he felt for her. She still let herself be driven from one situation to the next.

And it was all his fault. His past self had made one mistake after another. He had been such an idiot and if he could turn back time, he would have given his past self a firm right punch in the face, just so he would come to his senses. Now it was up to him to awaken Lily's feelings. He just wanted her love. He would do anything for it, pay any price.

Without thinking, Alexandre entered the hallway of the first floor. The walls along the corridor were covered with tapestries of the 17th century and showed scenes of a par force hunt.

Above the lintels of the doors were hanging achievements of the hunt or weapons. His sight fell on two crossed swords, which were hanging over one door. Alexandre shrugged his shoulders. That would be enough - he thought and waved Claudio to himself.

"Are you serious?" Without saying a word his friend understood what he wanted from him. "I never thought I would have to do something like that again at this age. When was the last time at 15 when we snuck over the walls of the boys' boarding school?" Claudio leaned forward slightly. Cross his fingers together to form a robber ladder for the groom.

Alexandre patted him on the back. "Forget it, we won't be able to do this anymore! So let's enjoy it while we still can."

With one leap, Alexandre climbed onto Claudius' palms, reached over the lintel for both polished silver swords before he removed them from their holders and jumped down onto the tiled floor with both swords in his hands. Claudio straightened up again and grabbed the sword which Alexandre was giving him.

"You have my word that if you ever marry Nelli, you have my full support." Alexandre whispered at Claudio's side. Instead of waiting for an answer, he turned and walked back to the staircase.

Leaning against the wall, with both caskets in his hands, stood Philippe. Sceptically, he looked at the swords in the hands of his friends. "I believe the purpose of this task is another."

"Possibly." Alexandre shrugged, but then, without mercy, he stabbed the first pink balloon. A white piece of paper fluttered to the ground with the pink leftovers of the balloon.

Alexandre didn't bother about that and immediately stabbed the next balloon, again a piece of paper appeared out of the balloon's inside.

One balloon after the other burst and countless pieces of paper flew to the ground. Philippe picked up one after the other, while the pink balloons kept bursting in the background. He raised his eyebrow after reading the contents. "STOP!" He yelled.