He had always been one to express himself through actions rather than words. He always assud she would understand even if he didn’t say anything. She didn’t know why he was doing this today. Was it her constant hesitation, her refusal to return his affections, that had driven him to do sothing so utterly shocking?
Yes, for soone like him, it was truly shocking.
As this thought crossed her mind, tears welled up in her eyes. Listening to him sing the lyrics, one word at a ti, she was suddenly overwheld, and tears stread down her face. He sang softly, "If I could give up the entire world, at least I would still have you, soone worth cherishing. And you, right here, are a miracle of life. Perhaps I could forget the entire world, but I could never bear to lose all trace of you. That mole in your palm—I’ll always rember where it is."
Perhaps his vocal technique wasn’t the best, perhaps his stage presence wasn’t polished. She knew this wasn’t so currently popular hit but an old song from years ago. But she liked it. She thought his performance was wonderful. She thought his singing... was amazing.
She felt that in this whole world, no other song could sound as beautiful or as moving as this one. Who cared if it wasn’t popular? Who cared if other songs were catchy? No song could capture their feelings for each other so perfectly.
It hadn’t been easy for them; so much had been out of their control. He was afraid ti would move too quickly, that he wouldn’t have enough of it to cherish every detail of her.
She was afraid ti would move too slowly, worrying day and night that she would lose him, wishing they could grow old together overnight and never be separated.
To grow old together overnight and never be separated—that was the truest desire of both their hearts.
By the ti he finished the first verse, her face was covered in tears. Beside her, Lillian Huxley thoughtfully handed her a tissue. With reddened eyes, she looked at Lillian Huxley, a little embarrassed. "Thank you!"
’No wonder everyone was looking at so strangely today. They must have known he was going to do this, right? At the start of the event, I was wondering why Caleb Rhodes, Felix Draper, and even Henry Hale were here, but he was nowhere to be found. It turns out this is what he was planning... But ever since he started singing, the stage lights have been dim, and the caras have only been switching between long shots and dium shots. I can’t see the expression on his face. I really, really want to know what he’s feeling right now, what kind of look is in his eyes as he sings.’
During the instruntal break after the first verse, Willow Sumrs started whooping from the audience. Cupping her hands around her mouth like a gaphone, she shouted at the man on stage, "You’re singing with so much feeling..."
Then, under the furious glare of Walter Jennings next to her, she stuck two fingers in her mouth and let out a piercing whistle. She was a total little hooligan, pushing every button of the prim and proper, military-trained Walter Jennings.
Soon, a whole group of familiar faces in the VIP section joined in, whooping, clapping, and whistling. Before long, the mood spread throughout the entire venue. The roar of the crowd grew louder and louder. Of course, the one thing they were most curious about was: who was the lucky woman?
If a man were to pour his heart out for you like this, what would you do?
Perhaps because the atmosphere in the venue was so electric, the lighting technician gradually brightened the lights. The cara suddenly zood in on the man at the center of the stage. For a split second, his expression was one of complete bewildernt. He then faltered, even ssing up a line of the song.
Down in the audience, the tearful Naomi Shaw noticed his face was clearly flushed, tinged with a hint of awkwardness. It took him a while to adjust and regain his composure. After that, the cara stayed locked on his face, magnifying it on the large screen for all to see. It allowed everyone to see not only his handso, chiseled features but also the undisguised, deep affection in his eyes.
After the song ended, he lowered his gaze, lost in thought for a long mont. Then, he looked up toward the cara, his eyes burning with intense, fervent emotion. "Naomi, I know I’ve hurt you, but please, trust one more ti. From now on, I will protect you and our children with my life, until... the mont I can no longer breathe!"
Then, applause thundered as the lights dimd. He made a graceful exit, leaving the entire audience moved to tears.
To protect her, Julian Donovan hadn’t allowed the caras to turn on her; he only needed her to understand his intentions. Naomi Shaw’s eyes were already red from crying. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t moved. But her feelings weren’t just because he had done sothing so incredibly romantic, but because he possessed a heart that truly wanted to be good to her.
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