Yvonne saw James and almost subconsciously wanted to escape, but was stopped by him.
James said breathlessly, "Yvonne, where did you go? I finally found you."
Yvonne did not want to argue with him. She wanted to break free from his hand, but she could not. She said anxiously, "James, I don't have time to explain anything to you. Let go of me first."
James held her arm tightly and refused to let go no matter how hard she struggled.
His eyes fell on the suitcase in her hand, and his pupils contracted.
"I won't let go. Our wedding is about to start." "Who wants to marry you?" She kicked him in a hurry. However, James refused to let go.
"Yvonne, I know I'm making things difficult for you, but marrying me is still better than marrying that scumbag. You might not feel it now, but you'll understand later."
Yvonne was confused. However, she was not in the mood to understand anything.
