All Novel Romance
Chapter 1522 Love Her The Way She Is
Chapter 1522 Love Her The Way She Is
Chapter 1522 Love Her The Way She Is
“I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,” the waiter quickly apologized, looking utterly flustered. “Let me take you to NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.
the restroom to clean your dress.”
Johanna said, “This is formal attire. It cannot get wet.”
Even if the formal attire was black, and the grease stains could be wiped off without a trace, the fishy
smell was hard to wash away. She had to wear it back to the banquet hall, and all the guests would be
able to smell the fishy odor on her dress.
The waiter bowed his head in apology to her once again. “I'm really sorry. We've been too busy. Let me
cover the cost of your dress.”
“I didn't even say much, and you're already talking about paying compensation. Seems like you're quite
wealthy.” Johanna glanced at her uniform, “Even considering depreciation, this uniform should cost
around one hundred and eighty thousand.”
Looking at the waiter's vacant gaze, Johanna took a ballpoint pen and wrote a card number in her
hand, “Call me within ten minutes.”
Before returning to the restroom, Johanna spotted some roses in the basket by the door. She picked
five or six of them and took them with her.
Seeing Johanna go to the restroom, Xylia couldn't help but strike up a conversation with Timothy, “Mrs.
Jensen is too much. You peeled a whole bowl of grapes for her, but she didn't even show any
appreciation.”
“Can't I just enjoy her being overly attached to me?”
Xylia gritted his teeth, angrily saying, “Timothy, I'm only looking out for you. You can't spoil a woman too
much. The more you spoil her, the more outrageous she becomes. Has she bewitched you? You're
always the one making efforts while she remains indifferent.”
Timothy's face darkened as she stared at Xylia unhappily. “Say one more word to me, and I'll kick you
out of the banquet hall.”
Xylia didn't dare to make a sound. Seeing her phone light up, she picked it up to read the message.
After reading the message sent by Ysabelle, Xylia felt much relieved. She couldn't help but gloat at
Johanna's misfortune, thinking that if Johanna dared to come back, she would definitely be humiliated.
Even Timothy's reputation was at stake.
As the appointed time arrived, the emcee announced the bride's entrance. Immediately, the lighting
technician directed the only spotlight toward the banquet hall's entrance. Dressed in a floor-length
wedding gown, Ysabelle gracefully made her entrance.
Everyone turned their gaze toward the door when suddenly someone exclaimed, “So beautiful!”
Xylia was currently recording a video with her phone.
Upon hearing the exclamations, she initially thought the guests were complimenting Ysabelle's beauty,
but unexpectedly, she noticed a figure lurking behind Ysabelle.
The woman's skin was as white as snow, her slender figure wrapped in a black off-the-shoulder dress.
Intense red roses cascaded from her chest to the hem of her dress as if they were growing right out of
the fabric.
The vibrant red made her black dress seem more mysterious, transforming her into an enigma that
could captivate anyone with just a glance.
Johanna stood under the light for just a second before she sidled into the banquet hall. The lighting
technician instinctively shone the spotlight on her, watching as she made her way to the gift table and
took a seat.
Timothy never expected that Johanna's long skirt before going to the restroom would turn into a short
one when she returned.
His head was spinning from her beauty.
Timothy draped the suit jacket over Johanna's legs. Before he could speak, Xylia bluntly said, “Mrs.
Jensen, today is Timothy's cousin's wedding. Are you intentionally trying to ruin it?”
“I've returned from the restroom, and I'm not allowed back into the banquet hall?” Johanna's voice was
gentle and composed.
Xylia said, “Even if you want to enter, you have to wait until the bride comes in first. But you came in as
soon as the spotlight hit her. Who would believe it wasn't intentional?”
“So what if it was on purpose?” Timothy's face was filled with displeasure. “Is it your place to lecture my
wife?”
Seeing Timothy so biased toward Johanna, Xylia was furious. “Timothy, this is your cousin's wedding.
Aren't you embarrassed that she's stealing your cousin's thunder? Louisa will say you have no
manners.”
Timothy chuckled nonchalantly. “With such a beautiful wife, I'm too delighted to even have time to
worry. What face do I have to lose?”
“So what if it's my cousin's wedding? Is there a rule that says her guests can't be more beautiful than
her?”
Timothy spoke, lifting his eyes to glance at Xylia, “If you don't want to steal Ysabelle's thunder, wouldn't
it be better to wear black? Why are you wearing such a flashy dress?”