Isabella Weaver’s heart skipped a beat.
His gaze was so deep, his voice so deep, his tone so earnest!
Isn’t this supposed to be an act?
Why does it feel so real?
Could it be that this man’s acting skills are just that good?
Isabella Weaver hesitated a little, the plot developnt had surpassed her expectations, and she was a bit uncertain about whether to help him with this or not.
Harry Hunter saw her hesitation, and a fleeting smile crossed his face carved like ice, then he spoke calmly, "Waiter!"
Cora Ginger was engrossed in the spectacle and was caught off guard when called upon, "Ah? Ah ah, here, here, here!"
"Go get the roses, I’ve booked all the roses in the club for tonight!"
"Got it!"
Cora Ginger responded cheerfully and dashed out, shouting into her walkie-talkie, "Private room seventeen, book all the roses! Get ready imdiately!"
Isabella Weaver was her good partner, delivering flowers to her own people, Cora Ginger’s efficiency was outstanding, and in no ti, she brought in countless red roses with people helping her.
For a mont, private room seventeen was overwheld by the fragrance of roses, and Cora Ginger even took the liberty to instruct other waiters to place roses everywhere, turning the room into a sea of red, paired with the newly changed dazzling lights, it created an atmosphere perfect for a proposal!
Even the music was coincidentally playing "Today You Will Marry ," it was soone who wanted to help Cherry Lewis, deliberately selecting this song hoping Harry Hunter would sing it, but it ended up helping Isabella Weaver instead.
Harry Hunter picked a rose from the pile, then took out a ring and knelt on one knee before Isabella Weaver.
"Isabella, among a thousand flowers I choose only one, symbolizing a lifeti of loving only you. Will you marry ?"
Isabella Weaver was stuck between a rock and a hard place at that mont!
He even prepared a ring?
Where did he learn such cheesy lines?
This act seed increasingly genuine!
In front of everyone, if she said "I don’t," wouldn’t it be like slapping him hard in the face in public?
Just last night he had given her warmth, thinking she had worked too hard, he had returned the nine thousand yuan to her, so she wouldn’t have to pay for the glass.
Today, it was her turn to give him warmth.
Isabella Weaver accepted the rose, a smile appeared on her cool face, "I do."
Harry Hunter had never seen her smile like this before, her smile was so beautiful, making those red roses behind her pale in comparison.
He slid the ring onto Isabella Weaver’s ring finger, then stood up, and coolly scanned the room, "Now, my fiancée is Isabella Weaver, if anyone says otherwise, don’t bla for being rude!"
Everyone exchanged glances, for a mont unsure whether Harry Hunter really proposed or if it was just to save Cherry Lewis from embarrassnt. He made the proposal look so formal, it really didn’t seem like a farce.
The one with the worst expression was Cherry Lewis, her eyes reddened, she asked, "Brother Harry, did you go as far as proposing to a waitress just to spite ? You’re not usually soone who acts recklessly. Since you’re not welcoming , I’ll just leave! I wasn’t even the one who wanted to co today, it was you who invited !"
She grabbed her bag and dashed out, the man who had previously tried to smooth things over for her hesitated for a mont but quickly followed, seemingly to comfort her.
Harry Hunter maintained a blank expression, he hadn’t spoken to Cherry Lewis from start to finish.
No one could fathom his emotions at that mont, and the atmosphere montarily froze.
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