Chapter 195: I Am Scared
Upon discerning the underlying implications in Caleb’s words, Raquel immediately grew more fearful. She quickly moved closer into Jesse’s arms. “Jesse, I’m scared…”
Jesse held her tightly. “Don’t be scared. He’s all talk. He wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you.”
Caleb wore a smile, but a bone-chilling coldness spread through his eyes. Before I was imprisoned, this shameless couple was already this close. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Today, it’s time to settle the score properly.
He took the paper from the emcee’s hand and read aloud. “From the moment I first saw you, I was deeply captivated by you. You were in a luxury car, rolling down the window, and smiling as you waved at me…”
Deborah was taken aback. “Who’s being referred to here? Is it Jesse?”
George wished he could just disappear into thin air. “Forget about who wrote it! Caleb has no regard for our Quixall family’s reputation, deliberately going against me. If this continues, by the end of the wedding, our Quixall family’s reputation will be ruined!”
After he finished speaking, he gestured for a few men to come over, wanting to instruct them to go onstage and drag Caleb down. However, his plans were thwarted before he could even put them into action.
Chelsea had been closely observing his every move. When she saw him waving to summon someone, she subtly signaled the bodyguards nearby with her eyes, instructing them to intercept.
Upon receiving the order, the bodyguard, with his robust physique akin to a towering mountain, positioned himself protectively in front of the members of the Quixall family. Those individuals immediately halted in fear, not daring to move another inch.
Meeting the pleading gazes of several people, George inwardly clicked his tongue, yet his expression remained unfazed. “What are you standing there for? Move aside quickly! Don’t block the path of an important guest.”
The group finally found their liberation, swiftly distancing themselves from the black-clad bodyguard and returning to their original positions.
And so, everyone present, regardless of their inner thoughts, had no choice but to sit there properly, listening to Caleb reciting the love letter written by a certain young lady. “Caleb is too rigid, while Jesse is frail. Only you truly suit my taste. Joseph, truth be told, I’ve been fond of you for a while now. I hope you won’t reject me. Please give me a chance. I’ve long been fed up with the two of them. That day, when you showed up with Caleb, you were even carrying a woman whose face was flushed red. From that point on, I had a premonition. As long as I’m with you, my long-standing needs will be fulfilled. You don’t need to give me a title. Being your woman in secret is my greatest desire.”
Even though Caleb was reading a love letter his ex-fiancée had written to another man, he did so with such passion and emotion. This only served to fan the flames of anger in certain people’s hearts.
Jesse was enraged. “Caleb, what on earth do you want? The Quixall family has been nothing but good to you, yet you keep messing up my plans time and again. What is it that you’re really after?”
Caleb did not answer. “You still going to deceive yourself? Instead of pointing fingers at me, you might want to look at the bride in your arms.”
With furrowed brows, Jesse instinctively turned his gaze toward Raquel. He saw Raquel’s trembling red lips and ashen countenance.
“Jesse, trust me. He’s framing me. I didn’t write that letter!”
A flicker of doubt crossed his heart, yet it was instantly suppressed by love. With a sense of tenderness, Jesse gently caressed Raquel’s cheek. “Okay. I believe you.”
A lump formed in Raquel’s throat, then she shouted at Caleb, “Caleb, stop lying! I’ve never written any love letters to Joseph.”