Wesley covered his face with one hand and took his granddaughter from Blair's arms with the other. "Don't tell anybody he's my kid anymore. Gifford's too stupid to be one of mine," he said in a quiet voice.

When his wife gave birth to their children back then, he didn't act like Gifford at all.

Gifford was a military commander with thousands of soldiers under him. Wesley couldn't help but wonder if he got his rank because of favoritism. They liked Wesley, so they gave special favors to his kid.

Blair pulled Gifford over and spat, "What do you think you're doing? Didn't the doctor say that Chantel's in the delivery room for observation? You can't get out of bed and walk as soon as you have a child. They'll let her go when she's ready."

Fortunately, Chantel was wheeled out of the delivery room at this moment. Seeing her wife, Gifford ran over excitedly, picked her up from the bed and kissed her again and again, ignoring everyone else around them.

'Awesome, she's here now. Thank God!'

The crowd couldn't help but cover their eyes. How could Gifford show off his love for his wife at the door to the delivery room? It was so inappropriate!

Chantel had not regained her strength yet. She blushed and whispered, "Let go of me. They're staring at us!"

After confirming she was fine, Gifford gently let Chantel lie down again.

Later, Wesley told Erica about it. As his sister, Erica knew the day his wife gave birth to their baby, Gifford cried like a fool and even threatened the doctor.

Gifford's second child was a girl. He held her in his arms excitedly, dancing around the room. Now the whole world knew Chantel had given birth to a daughter.

Their child was scarcely 100 days old when Gifford and Chantel finally held a wedding ceremony.

The wedding and reception were grand affairs, with music, food, dancing and alcohol. Not to mention tons of flowers. Just like he promised her. They didn't invite too many people. Except for Gifford's and Wesley's military friends, they only invited a few friends and family.

Before the start of the Lunar New Year, Sheffield officially took command of the Violet Eagles.

Since then, the three women—Chantel, Erica and Tessie—were no longer members of that organization. But they were still respected in the gang, and they told their former comrades in arms that they always had their backs.

After the Lunar New Year

It had been more than a year since Chantel had been the subject of tabloid gossip. The paparazzi caught her getting a hotel room with another guy. Since that time, she'd been proposed to, given birth to a daughter, and gotten married in an ostentatious celebration. What a year!

Chantel finally posted a status update on Weibo, which said, "Hi guys. This is actually Chantel Ye.

Today, I want to give a shout out to my fans who have been there for me since I first started. And I need to let you in on something.

I want to thank my parents-in-law and two sisters-in-law. Without them, I wouldn't have found my own happiness so soon.

Yes, I'm married.

We got our marriage certificates a few years ago, but we didn't actually get married then. He held a wonderful wedding for me a while ago.

My hus

rer. He'd handle the explosions, simulated bullets, flames and smoke. He made sure all weapons were licensed, and taught the crew and cast how to use them safely. Wherever Chantel went, he'd be there.

The cast and crew were always joking with him, asking him if he was afraid his wife would run away, because he always kept an eye on her.

Gifford refused to admit it. "She asked me to come here because I'm good at what I do. I shoot things, I make them go boom. Might as well do that here and get paid for it. Besides, she doesn't trust me around these beautiful actresses. Honey, it's your break. Come here. I just picked up some fruit for you. Take a load off."

His courteous look was not as complacent as when he said that his wife was afraid he would run away with other women.

Chantel pulled his ear and said, "You're talking smack about me again, aren't you?"

"No. honey, you are so beautiful. How could I ever do that? Come on, let me feed you fruit like an empress."

They had been showing off their love for each other like this the whole day. Everyone else got goose bumps, turned and left decisively. No one wanted to stick around for the public displays of affection.

Looking at the man who was now ingratiating himself with his wife, probably no one would associate him with the valiant and battlewise prince charming of the past.

Chantel wiped her hands with a wet tissue, "Well, I can do it myself!"

"No way. I hate feeling useless." 'She couldn't steal my job, ' he thought.

Chantel had no choice but to read the script over again, and accept his loving hands feeding her the fruit.

Back when she was on bedrest after the childbirth, he said that he would feed her fruits for the rest of her life and stay with her forever. He would follow her wherever she went.

Now, he was really doing it.

After a long time, when Gifford's and Chantel's hair turned grey and they lost all their teeth, as long as Chantel was there, Gifford would be around nearby.

He would always accompany her wherever she went.

This was his way of showing his love for her—he kept her company for the rest of his life.