Still, he arrived in a wheelchair, looking quite weak.
Throughout the entire wedding, Xylia Xandrell was nervously fussing over him, asking every now and then if he was feeling uncomfortable or in pain.
Louis Lawrence lounged back in the wheelchair, seeming to enjoy himself.
When Xylia went to the restroom, Bella Green couldn't hold back any longer, came over, and kicked his leg, warning, "You, that's enough. Don't think I don't know that your injury is all healed."
Louis lazily leaned back in the chair, giving a half-smile, half-sneer, glancing at the restroom, his smile only widened.
"Nope, far from it."
If he were bouncing around, this girl would've run away long ago...
"Alright now, bride, finish toasting quickly and go rest up with that big belly; what's with the wobbling?"
Still with that irksome tone.
The slightly pretentious pregnant Bella instantly activated, her eyes red, and scurried off to find Mason Bennett.
