CHAPTER 732. IN MY NEXT LIFE. The Best GiftPeople said "I do" at wedding ceremonies, but for them, it couldn’t be like that. At weddings, people promised to love each other for a lifetime, and for Kim and Peter, that wouldn’t be enough.He didn’t even try to hide how much his hands were trembling as he reached for Kim’s hand and held it between his own. Someone handed him the wedding ring—he didn’t even notice who—but by the time the judge gave them permission to say their vows, she was the first to speak.“I don’t know what you did to me,” were the first words that left her mouth. “Honestly, I don’t know if it was you, Skatgan Peak, or that natural madness you carry with you everywhere, but the things I discovered in you, the feelings I discovered because of you... they can’t compare to anything I’ve ever experienced before. I wish I could say I don’t know how you found the courage to walk this road with me,” she murmured, her eyes filling with tears, “but the truth is, I do know—be

CHAPTER 734. IN MY NEXT LIFE. The Greatest Project of Our Lives"Is she sleeping?" Adriana asked softly, mindful of the small house and not wanting to wake her.But Peter slowly opened the bedroom door so she could see Kim curled up, then gently closed it again."I think you’ll have to leave all the dresses for now; she doesn’t seem in the mood to try anything on," he murmured, swallowing hard. "But I appreciate you taking the time to pick out some for her.""Don’t worry, I brought five versions of the perfect storm gray, and just so you know, there’s a very special surprise for the event," Adriana replied.Peter gave his cousin a hug and hung all those hangers in the closet so Kim could look at them later. Only a week remained until the project’s inauguration, and every day Peter feared more that she wouldn’t have the strength to attend. In recent days, he’d barely managed to get her to eat. He’d begged her to let him take her to the doctor, but Kim had categorically refused. They bo

CHAPTER 736. IN MY NEXT LIFE. Tomorrow…The cabin was wrapped in a soft and delightful silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire or Kim’s sighs as Peter turned toward her, pulling her against his chest and caressing her face, knowing he had left her exhausted but happy."You know you look extremely cute when you come?" he asked playfully, and Kim opened one mischievous eye to reply."You know you've become an expert at making me look cute?" she retorted."Thank you, thank you!" Peter laughed, cuddling her even closer and listening to her breathe heavily against his chest.Kim had refused to bring any extra support, though at that moment, Peter would have given anything for a damn oxygen tank. Still, they spent the last few hours of the night in a strange tranquility, and by dawn, she was the first to wake up."I think you still owe me an important picture, Mr. Ferguson!" the young woman warned, wagging an accusatory finger at him. Peter crossed his arms, playing along."Well,

CHAPTER 738. IN MY NEXT LIFE. In This Life18 years later.The morning in Lucerne was so mild that it didn’t feel like winter was about to begin. The kids were excited, waiting for the first snowfall, and even though the school gardener was grumbling because he was supposed to rake up all the autumn leaves, Peter tried to calm him down since the children still wanted to play in the piles scattered around the gardens."I’d say you spoil them too much," Mauro sighed, walking beside him as the kids ran back and forth, greeting him or tossing him a ball, which Peter kicked back with perfect aim. "But honestly, there’s no denying that they’re happy here.""I know. They can test anyone’s patience, but they’re good kids, and we’ve given them a good life in this place," Peter replied. "By the way, if you still want to grab that coffee, we have to go now—otherwise, Dandara will ambush me with everything on my to-do list, and we won’t even get to talk.""Then hurry up before she sees us!" Mauro

CHAPTER 740. PRINCESS BY DAY. A DANGEROUS DEBTCameron stared intently at the bag the man placed in front of him, but he didn’t make the mistake of touching it. Experience had already taught him that when it came to business between criminals, it was always best to keep his hands deep in his pockets rather than on a brick of cocaine worth more than a quarter of a million francs.“I need you to deliver this to this address,” ordered the owner of the club he worked for.“No, thanks,” Cameron replied, turning around and heading for the door—until a shout stopped him.“Hey! Do I look like I’m asking you?!” Kolo, the owner, spat, his voice so full of rage that the third man in the room, another security guard like Cameron, rushed forward.But before he could grab the brick, a huge, firm hand clamped down on his wrist, stopping him.“We’re club security. We get paid to throw out drunks and watch over the girls. We’re not drug runners,” Cameron stated, locking eyes with Kolo.“Do you have an