Chapter 274: Chapter 274: How about you take a bath first?
“Tch!”

After hearing Old Madam Jones’s words, Azure Dragon sneered in disdain and rolled his eyes dramatically at her.

Now you start calling her your precious granddaughter?

Where were you earlier?

After a scornful laugh, Azure Dragon made his way directly toward the stage, not bothering to interact with the Jones family at all.

Old Madam Jones stood in place, her face awash in embarrassment, so much so it seemed as if she could perspire from it.

However, for the sake of the Jones Family’s future, she steeled her nerves and followed Azure Dragon.

Just as she was thinking of walking into the venue unabashedly, she was stopped.

“How dare you! What are you doing! Don’t you see my granddaughter and my grandson-in-law are holding a ceremony? I’m here for the blessing. How dare you stop me?!” Old Madam Jones blustered.

Will Jones and others who followed behind, subconsciously straightened their backs, appearing self-righteous.

However, the guards did not care about their demeanor and bluntly remarked, “Get out, get out, get out. Your grandson-in-law? You’re really blowing your own trumpet.

Stop talking bullshit. If you want to get in, show us your Purple-gold Invitation. If you don’t have one, scram and don’t interfere with our blessing ceremony!”

“You!”

Old Madam Jones was momentarily speechless. As for the Purple-gold Invitation, they used to have one, but she had no idea where she had thrown it.

At this moment, Old Madam Jones truly regretted not believing in White Mitchell earlier. If she had, she’d have a place on the stage right now.

One wrong move and all is lost!!!

Not just Old Madam Jones, but the entire Jones Family was literally sick with regret.

Seeing the Jones family unable to provide the Purple-gold Invitation, the staff’s disgust rose, and they rudely asked the Jones family to leave, sending them far away.

As a result, the Jones family could only stand outside, gazing at the stage, unable to get any closer.

However, the Jones family didn’t give up. Even though they couldn’t enter the venue, they told everyone they met that Sherry Jones and White Mitchell on stage were from their family.

As they spoke, there was no blush, no stutter, as if they had completely forgotten how they used to treat White Mitchell.

Sadly, the people present didn’t believe their words.

“Stop trying to save face. Don’t think we don’t know, your Jones family is merely a third-rate noble family. So you got lucky and bought an invitation, so what?

Claiming that high-and-mighty person is your grandson-in-law? Are you out of your mind? If that were true, you should be on the stage right now.

At the very least, you should be in the venue. What’s with your bluffing out here? I am embarrassed for you.” Upon hearing this, the crowd began mocking and ridiculing the Jones family.

The Jones family’s faces were full of frustration, but they had no substantial evidence. They wished they could go back and grab their household registration to prove these people wrong.

On the other hand, after White Mitchell and Sherry Jones had gone through the wedding procedure on stage, they started to welcome the guests for the banquet.

Now, Sherry Jones’ long-standing anxiety finally lifted.

White Mitchell told him that the man in the wheelchair came from the command center of Nezzi. White had done him a favor before, which is why he offered his help when he heard about White’s wedding.

With this relationship, neither the Weiden Family nor the people from the Imperial Group would dare to mess with White Mitchell lightly.

So, Sherry Jones can now devote herself entirely to the wedding, staying by White Mitchell’s side peacefully and happily as his bride.

The festivities at the small church on the Bund continued until evening. Many people took this opportunity to try to curry favor with White Mitchell.

However, by the end of the celebration, they discovered that White, whom they wanted to flatter, had already left the scene with his bride, leaving them empty-handed.

At this moment, White, carrying Sherry, was passing through the old streets and lanes. They revisited every place they had been to, every place where they had left memories.

This moment was the happiest and most fulfilling Sherry had felt in years.

She felt as though she had returned to her childhood, back to when White first came to her family. She followed him around like a shadow, carefree and happy.

“Brother, are you sure it’s okay for us to leave like this?” Sherry smiled wistfully, unable to resist asking, her face always adorned with a happy smile.

White Mitchell smiled lightly: “I don’t want them to disturb our world. Today is our day.”

Upon hearing this, Sherry’s face turned bright red as if she were thinking about something embarrassing, almost burying her head into her chest.

This led to her being somewhat distracted for the rest of the journey.

Eventually, at around seven in the evening, White Mitchell, carrying Sherry, arrived at a six-star hotel owned by The Royal Group.

Under David Herb’s arrangements, the hotel was cleared for the day to avoid anyone interrupting their private time.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Sherry felt her ears burning hot, and she was even unsure of how to walk.

Seeing this, White picked her up without giving her a chance to resist.

Subsequently, White carried Sherry into the elevator leading to the 99th floor.

The elevator was not crowded, but White continued to hold Sherry.

At this moment, the air seemed to fill with an inexplicable heat. They could both hear each other’s heartbeats, thumping wildly as if something were surging within them.

After what felt like an incredibly long wait for both of them, they finally arrived at the presidential suite on the 99th floor.

David Herb had arranged everything in advance. The romantic roses, wine, candles, and fresh sheets were all prepared, enough for them to stay for three days and nights.

“I… I can walk on my own…” Sherry mumbled, her head buried in White’s chest.

White awkwardly set Sherry down, but she stumbled and fell against his chest.

White, still unsteady, leaned against the wall. The room became quiet, their breaths clear and audible.

Before White could react, Sherry was already leaning in, pressing her lips against his.

This passionate kiss felt like a key to her heart, leaving White completely lost in the emotion, unable to pull away.

White reciprocated the kiss, eventually turning his passivity into active pursuit. Then he turned and held Sherry in his arms again.

The blushing Sherry, her eyes dreamy, buried her head in White’s chest and murmured “Be…be gentle…maybe…maybe you should take a shower first…I…I…”