Chapter 2186: Chapter 2186

Aidan Lucas ultimately couldn’t bear it, so he walked towards his friend and supported him.

Lily was right behind Aidan Lucas, and at this moment, she saw that Dylan Wellington’s seductive eyes lost their usual charm, instead filled with deep melancholy, and her heart trembled slightly.

Such a Dylan Wellington looked so much like the man who was willing to go on a hunger strike and remain unyielding for Skye back then.

At this moment, Dylan Wellington’s eyes concealed a painful sorrow, his right hand supporting his chest, with a metallic taste of blood lingering at the corner of his lips.

However, Lily was mistaken.

Dylan Wellington’s memory was still jumbled—he hadn’t remembered the way he once cherished Skye, nor the moments they shared.

But the person he was drawn to, no, let’s say the person he fell in love with, was Skye and always Skye.

Whether he had memory or not, whether it was before or after the amnesia.

He met Skye with all his defenses up and viewed her through tinted glasses.

And now, he was deeply submerged in it.

He, Dylan Wellington, damn it, had long since fallen in love with Skye.

He knew from the moment he almost lost her, from when she lay there, bloodied on the bed, appearing in his sight, he thoroughly understood his own heart.

Sadly, it was too late, still too late.

Even though he had started to make amends, started to treat her well, bringing Molly Lewis to her without any defenses, intending to give her a warm home from then on, it was still all too late.

When Dylan Wellington saw Tom Nelson rush into the church in a panic, heard Tom say that Skye was missing...

At that moment, he completely understood that her heart was broken, and it could no longer heal.

He was a bastard, a son of a bitch; he was the one who deeply hurt her, wounded her beyond repair.

So, Skye didn’t want him anymore... she, didn’t want him anymore.

Surging emotions violently clashed against his fragile nerves.

One after another, like heavy blows.

It was not until the moment of complete loss did he realize what he had truly missed.

Dylan Wellington furrowed his dark brows, wanting to tell Aidan Lucas he was fine, that all of this was his just deserts.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, that metallic and sweet sensation pressed up again.

The pent-up frustration surged everywhere inside him, almost making his internal organs ache.

Only at this point, did Dylan Wellington understand that there exists a kind of emotion called irreparable regret.

"Mr. Lucas... Ian can’t go on . Please, take him back to rest first... I need to stay here, dealing with the guests and reporters." Mrs. Johnson, Mandy Jenkins, never expected her precious son’s grand wedding to turn out .

She was actually the first of the Wellington family elders to turn and stand by Dylan Wellington’s side.

Ever since back then, Dylan Wellington, because of hypnosis, or rather, because he couldn’t consummate after parting with Skye.

Mrs. Johnson already regretted it.

Later, when she realized that Skye was the only woman who could ’revitalize’ their family’s Ian, Mrs. Johnson completely sided with Skye and Dylan Wellington.

This time she specially returned from A City to B City, having Mr. Wellington prevent Dylan Wellington from marrying Lisa Hammond, all for Skye’s sake.

But unfortunately, in the end, Ian and Skye still arrived at this juncture.

Watching Aidan Lucas and Lily Redington accompany Dylan Wellington as they left, Mrs. Johnson took a deep breath and assumed the demeanor of a wealthy lady.

She arched her brow, calmly directing Tom Nelson and other subordinates to handle matters.

After reassuring the guests and reporters, Mrs. Johnson went to the side and dialed Mr. Wellington.

Upon the call connecting, Mandy Jenkins briefly reported to Mr. Wellington about Skye fleeing the wedding.

Her words had barely fallen when Mr. Wellington’s stern and severe voice came through the phone.

"Hmph... considering Ian’s pleas and the child she carries for Ian, I agreed to let her into the family. That Skye doesn’t know what’s good for her. If she doesn’t want to marry, fine. From now on, she is not allowed to see Molly, and when her child is born, I will send someone to bring it back, to return to its roots. That woman, can forget about ever entering our Wellington family door again!"