Chapter 1520: Wedding Night, Playing the Rogue! (Part 1)

Ariel Morris: "Of course. After going through so much, he’ll cherish you even more and won’t let you suffer. Nicole, take good care of the path ahead. We’re all behind you, supporting you."

The screen finally showed Arlo Seys. Nicole bit her lip and called out hoarsely, "Brother," momentarily forgetting it was a recorded video and her brother couldn’t see her.

The single word "Brother" was filled with affection and emotion.

Arlo’s gentle and deep face appeared on the screen, unchanged from before.

As his deep voice resonated, tears began to fall from Nicole’s eyes.

"Nicole, the path you chose, I have escorted you to this point. I now entrust you to him with peace of mind. If he wrongs you, let him know I will repay him tenfold. Nicole, let me witness your happiness and use it to tell me your choice was not wrong, and my blessing was not wrong. Nicole, be well, so we can be at ease. Since we can’t be there for the wedding, I’m here to wish you well. The Seys Family will always be your safe harbor and support. No matter what, just call me if you need anything. Even if you’re on the other side of the world, I will be there to protect you."

"Brother—thank you." Nicole smiled softly through her tears, and as the recording played to the end, she looked at the image frozen on the screen and burst into tears.

A tissue was handed to her, and when Nicole looked up, she saw the person in front of her and called out hoarsely, "Jose—"

"Stop crying; today is our wedding day. That sentimental act by Arlo really annoys me—making my wife cry, was it intentional?"

Nicole gave a gentle smile, "I’ve been so lucky in this life to have two brothers who are both sincerely good to me."

This time, Jose Floyd didn’t deny her words. He handed her the gift Arlo entrusted to Jorge Saxton to deliver, "It’s from your brother."

Nicole opened it to find a set of house keys, a location map, a picture of the house, and the ownership papers.

Jose Floyd glanced at them, "... He gave you a villa..."

And most importantly, it’s in Italy—!

Nicole pursed her lips into a smile, "My brother gave me a house in Italy so that if I ever fight with you, I have somewhere to go and can run away from home?"

Jose Floyd’s expression turned dark, "Besides that reason, I can’t think of why Arlo would give you a house in Italy."

"My brother is so thoughtful. This means you’ll have to put up with me more often; otherwise, I can just run away anytime. My brother bought me a house in Italy," Nicole said, waving the keys with a bright smile.

"Make your brother give up on that idea, and you too. There’s no chance of that happening!"

How could he ever let her have the chance to run away from home? What a joke!

"Then, Jose, remember to keep plenty of durians, keyboards, washboards, and cacti at home. If you really upset me, you better quickly apologize, and maybe then I won’t run away," Nicole’s smile was mischievous.

Jose Floyd beckoned with his finger, "Come here, I have something to say."

With the keys still in hand and dressed in her white wedding gown, Nicole raised an eyebrow, "Want to get rough? Don’t forget, I’m not too shabby myself."

Jose Floyd took two steps forward, grabbed Nicole’s wrist, and pulled her into his embrace, eyes deep, "Tonight, our wedding night, why not have a little sparring? Let’s see who’s more skilled, you or me, and who concedes first."

"How do we compete?" Nicole chuckled softly, unable to move in Jose Floyd’s arms.