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Chapter 633 He Won

Chapter 633 He Won

After the wedding ended, Gwendolyn and Zayden headed to the hospital to visit Michael.

Michael broke into a smile upon seeing their arrival.

“Have a seat! I'm sure it has been a tiring day for you two.”

Gwendolyn helped Zayden to settle down on the couch. It seems like Grandpa is feeling much bettertoday. Hopefully, he'll continue to get better.

“Not at all,” answered Gwendolyn thoughtfully.

She followed by asking what he had eaten for the day.

Michael answered her question in detail. He knew Gwendolyn was a kind woman who cared a lot abouthim.

“Zay, I'll leave Gwen to you from now on. I hope you'll cherish the relationship and be good to her.”

Michael had entrusted Gwendolyn's mother to Zachary, expecting him to treat her well. Sadly, thingsdid not go as planned.

I hope I made the right choice this time. That way, I'll be at ease. After all, it's partially my fault Gwendidn't have her parents by her side when she was younger. If I hadn't introduced Isabella to my sonbecause of my selfish motives, perhaps Isabella and Gwen would've led a good life.

That was why he wanted to help Gwendolyn replace a good man who could make her happy for the rest ofher life. Only then could he die with no regrets.

“Grandpa, don't worry. I'll definitely be good to Gwen,” replied Zayden.

The two stayed at the ward to keep Michael company for about an hour before the latter urged them toleave.

He did not want them to waste time there since it was their wedding night.

With that, the two left the ward and returned to Dragonhill Mansion.

Zayden had no plans to return to the life of ordinary people as they had just gotten married. He wantedto spend more alone time with Gwendolyn right now.

The car came to a stop outside Dragonhill Mansion's yard. Suzanne hopped off the car first and hurriedover to open the door for Zayden.

Just as she was about to help him get out, the man shot her a look. She widened her eyes, thenbacked away quickly.

Mr. Surrington probably wants Gwen to help him. I have to get used to this from now on. Besides, he'snot really blind anyway.

After getting out of the car, Gwendolyn hurried over to support Zayden. However, he said, “Let me carryyou into the house.”

Gwendolyn widened her eyes. “No need. I'll help you into the house instead.”

She did not see the need to stick to those wedding etiquettes since Zayden could not see anything.

Anyway, this wedding is just a show for the others to see. Since the ceremony is over, there's no needto be so serious about it.

Nonetheless, Zayden insisted on doing so. “That's the rule. I'll carry you inside.”

As those words fell, he bent forward, picked her up in a bridal carry, and strode into the house.

His steps are so calm and unruffled. It... it's almost as if he isn't blind.

Gwendolyn fixed her gaze intently on the man's eyes. She badly wanted to know if he had regained hisvision.

She raised her hand and waved it before his eyes.

Yet, there was no response. I guess he must've secretly practiced before, and that's why he can walkso steadily.

Realizing that was most likely the case, Gwendolyn closed her eyes, shutting out any further thoughts.

She knew all too well the kind of person Zayden was. After all, it had been six years.

He was kind, optimistic, and warm. It was no doubt he was a friend to keep.

That's right, Gwendolyn. It's the kindness you have to repay. You have to take good care of him andhelp him recover.

The interior of the house had been carefully decorated. The floor was lined with rose petals, and it wasapparent that Zayden had put in a lot of effort to make Gwendolyn feel special.

Suzanne exclaimed in shock, “Wow! A path paved with flower petals all around! Mr. Surrington, who didthis?”

The house didn't look anything like this when we left.

Zayden coldly uttered, “Go back to your room. Do not come out tonight.”

After saying that, he carried Gwendolyn and headed upstairs into their bedroom with long strides. Thedecor in the room, too, had been changed to look more romantic and celebratory. The bedding was allchanged to a white color scheme, and so was the bed canopy.

There was also wedding decor pasted on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Upon putting Gwendolyn onto the bed, Zayden propped himself up with his hands on the sides of thebed. A faint smirk spread across his face. The satisfaction he was feeling was not only apparent on hisface but also in his voice.

“Gwen, you're finally my wife.”