The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 56: Chapter 56

Mason entered the house with his two groomsmen—Richard and another man I didn't recognize, likely a friend of Mason. Behind them were a few others, including Hugo.
I was puzzled about Hugo's presence, but Joey shoved me back into the room before I could wonder further. "What are you standing around for? Get inside." She slammed the door, then suddenly opened it. "Wait, where's the other bridesmaid?"
Joey dashed out, dragged Elena in, and ushered in all the makeup artists.
Since no one from the Gordon family had come, Joey had rallied everyone to avoid making the occasion feel too empty.
Laughing and chatting, they crowded by the door just as a knock sounded from outside.
"Who is it?" Joey teased.
"The groom is here for his bride. Open up." It was Richard.
"Got any gifts?"
A few envelopes slid under the door, stuffed with cash, which the group inside quickly divided.
Joey, however, wasn't satisfied. "Not enough."
Richard chuckled, "Joey, open the door. I'll give you another one later."
"I don't want yours," Joey said. "I want Mason to book me the designer who made Katherine's dress. Open the door only if he agrees."
The room erupted in laughter. Joey still hadn't let that go.
"Fine," Mason said calmly. "I've already made the appointment."
Joey immediately swung it open.
The crowd outside surged in, but instead of the expected chaos, a collective gasp filled the room.
Mason's gaze locked onto me, his usual composure flickering for just a second before he regained control. But the surprise in his eyes was unmistakable. That look alone made everything worth it.
Others stared openly, too. One of the groomsmen even gaped, his mouth hanging comically wide.
"Theo, do I look pretty?" Joey asked shyly, her cheeks flushing.
We were standing very close, and she might've mistaken something.
Theodore Levitt blinked, then quickly recovered. "Uh, yeah. Gorgeous!" Turning to Mason, he added, "Mase, got any more stunners like your wife?"
Joey pouted, but for once, she bit back her temper.
Mason ignored Theodore, thrust the bouquet into my arms, and scooped me up without warning.
Someone shouted, "Hey, you can't just..." The voice faded as Mason carried me outside.
My arms looped around his neck. I stole glances at his sharp profile—all hard angles and quiet intensity, yet softened by something I couldn't quite name. The contradiction was mesmerizing.
"Stop staring," Mason muttered. "Stay alert today. This wedding won't go smoothly."
His quiet warning snapped me back to reality. Remembering the morning's panic, I tensed. "I will."
Mason had already carried me to the wedding car—a brand-new red Rolls-Royce Phantom. It wasn't his usual car.
He gently set me down into the front passenger seat before walking around to the driver's side and getting in.
I asked curiously, "Why not use your car?"
"Delilah insisted red was luckier," he replied.
I suddenly recalled my red Maserati. "You gave me a red car, too. Why not use that one?"
"That one is not new."
"So you bought this just for this wedding?"
"If you even think about donating it to an orphanage, I'll dump you in the ocean. Test me."
"Don't mention the ocean. Just thinking about it still scares me."
The weather was perfect. The cloudless blue sky was so clear. It lifted my spirits instantly.
I rolled down the window, letting the breeze wash over me as I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. Soon, I would be standing before guests, marrying Mason in a proper ceremony.
Though this was my second marriage, it was my real wedding.
Back then, Amelia had claimed that money was tight and believed what mattered was life. So she had only settled for a small family meal. But one day, I found out that even the modest gathering had only been for collecting gifts.
That time, there was no wedding car, no gowns, and no wedding. Just a cheap new dress I had bought myself, which Amelia still scolded me for wasting money on.
Suddenly, a tire blew out, jolting me from my thoughts. "What happened?" I gasped.
Mason remained calm. "Stay put."
"Okay." I nodded, gripping the seat.
Within moments, Theodore jogged over. "Mase, flat tire."
Mason frowned, "I know. There is no spare."
"Where's it? I'll send someone."
"There isn't one."
It hit me. Delilah must've deemed a spare tire "unlucky" for a wedding car. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I voiced it out loud.
Mason nodded. Theodore rolled his eyes and then called for a replacement tire.
I sighed, "Why do your cars always blow tires when I'm in them?"
"Sabotage," Mason said calmly. He didn't seem surprised or even worried.
I instinctively turned to look behind us, but Mason snapped, "Don't. Whoever loses their cool first, loses."
"Well," I whispered, though my pulse raced.
With the wedding car stalled, the entire procession halted. Soon, impatience spread.
Joey and Elena approached. Joey looked uncharacteristically frantic. "Hurry! Switch to my car or you'll miss—"
Mason's glare silenced her. He said, "Go wait. We don't need you here."
"Okay." Joey returned.
Elena lingered. "Kate, how can I help?"
"Just go back," I said flatly. Had it not been for this morning's betrayal, I would have welcomed her company. Now, I wasn't sure I'd ever trust her again.
Elena hesitated, then left without another word.
Hugo and others soon came to check, but Richard was conspicuously absent.