Chapter 501: 499 A Grand Proposal, Wishing You Like the Rose (2 more updates)
Suddenly, a pair of warm hands covered Cressida’s eyes.
“Is there a power outage?”
“Maybe.”
“Doesn’t this villa area have a backup power supply? How could there be a sudden blackout?”
Cressida followed him, and when she felt a small breeze on her face, she slled the fragrance of soil and plants and asked, “Did you take outside?”
In the next mont,
the hands covering her eyes moved away, revealing a path filled with starlight extending from the villa entrance, covered in flowers. Her breathing beca slightly labored. In an instant, with a loud bang—
fireworks exploded in the night sky.
Rose-red color,
like flowers blooming in the night sky.
Soon, even more magnificent fireworks, resembling colorful willow trees, silver fountains, and blazing trees, lit up brilliantly for over ten minutes.
When the final fireworks illuminated the entire night sky, Tim Payne knelt before her.
“Cressida…”
“Will you marry ?”
He had specially crafted a diamond ring in the shape of a rose, with each delicate petal adorned with diamonds, showcasing a large diamond in the center.
Because in his heart:
She was that one-of-a-kind rose.
Upon seeing the fireworks, Cressida had so guesses, but at that mont, she was still moved. She slowly extended her hand and said softly under the grand fireworks, “I will.”
The fireworks were specially arranged by Tim, lasting nearly half an hour.
Soone recorded the fireworks display and posted the video online, revealing that Tim had made special arrangents for it.
Lasting half an hour, the fireworks alone cost millions.
That night,
Payne Corps’ official blog announced a ring nad “Rose Admiration. Deep Love.”
With Tim’s personal signature.
The note read—
Gift for the beloved Miss Jones.
Wishing she is like a rose, soft yet hiding thorns.
Free and passionate,
Blooming bright and splendid.
[Whoa, Junior President Payne is professing his love openly, I’m moved!]
[It must be a proposal, this ring is so beautiful, wonder if Payne Corps will release a similar one or if it’s a limited edition.]
[Seems like Junior President Payne really loves her deeply.]
…
The proposal was secretly planned by Tim, who initially considered using flowers and balloons but found it unoriginal. Assistant Law suggested various ideas like camping proposals, starlight proposals, or even proposing on a snow mountain.
Tim was speechless, “A snow mountain? I’m proposing, not going for survival training!”
“Such a proposal would be unforgettable for a lifeti!”
Assistant Law frowned, “How about proposing at ten thousand ters high on a private plane?”
Tim told him to shut up.
Day after day, he only ca up with bad ideas.
“Can you co up with so decent suggestions?” Tim rubbed his temples.
Assistant Law clicked his tongue, “The key is your sincerity. As long as Miss Jones feels your love, even if you propose with a can tab, you can succeed. Ultimately, it’s up to you.”
Utter nonsense!
Finally, they decided on fireworks because of the restrictions, which took a long ti to apply for.
When Julia heard of her son’s successful proposal, she finally showed a satisfied smile:
This kid,
finally did sothing proper.
She specifically asked Old Shaw to propose to Cressida’s grandmother. Old Shaw was both envious and jealous, looking at his own useless family mber with disdain.
Tim and Cressida got engaged, and the families simply had a al together.
But the Payne Family gifted quite a lot.
A week after the engagent, Silas’s tax evasion and fraud case went to trial. Cressida attended the hearing that day, with Tim by her side.
When Silas saw them holding hands intimately, he went completely mad.
Not because he treated his elder daughter poorly.
But he once had the chance to beco in-laws with the Payne Family. If Junior President Payne had been his son-in-law, he could have dominated Capital City.
When the judge announced the verdict, he was in a daze, recalling last year at the police station, when Tim forced him to sign the divorce agreent and severance declaration.
Suddenly,
he realized he had been deceived!
“Cressida, I’m your father! How could you treat like this! You’ve been lying to all along? None of it was real… You can’t do this.”
Cressida looked at him coldly, “My mom begged you like this back then.”
Silas was stunned.
Thinking of his ex-wife, he instantly burst into tears.
After the trial, Tim accompanied her to pay respects to her deceased mother.
During that ti, Cressida dealt with so remaining issues from Silas’s case, feeling low, and soon it was the Shea and Hugh Families’ hundred-day banquet.
Ivy seed to like her uncle very much. When Tim arrived, he saw Ivy wearing a brand new red outfit, being held obediently in William Hale’s arms.
Michael Shaw, next to them, wanted to hold Ivy.
As soon as he held Ivy, he got a cold shoulder, making Cressida laugh out loud.
“Laugh at ? If you have the guts, try holding her.” Michael snorted coldly.
But when Ivy was held by Cressida, she quickly cald down. Cressida walked a few steps, gently swayed, and the little one even smiled at her.
Michael got angry.
This brat, why didn’t he like him?
“Children are naturally sensitive; maybe Young Master Shaw really has so unlikable traits.” Today, Young Master Carter also attended, having worked with Hannah Johnson before, they were familiar with each other.
Michael slamd the table in anger, his emotions stirred, he accidentally knocked over a cup, spilling the tea…
His clothes didn’t get wet, but Young Master Carter’s lower hem and pants were half-soaked.
“Sorry!” Michael hurriedly pulled out tissues to help him wipe, but he dodged quickly as if Michael carried so virus or bacteria.
He shot Michael a deep look, his expression seemingly saying:
Pestilence!
“Every ti I see you, nothing good happens.” After speaking, he quickly walked to the side lounge.
Michael frowned:
What did I do to him?
That tone suggested it wasn’t the first ti sothing went wrong because of him.
Michael specifically had clean clothes sent over, and Young Master Carter also had soone bring clothes, so when the door was knocked, he casually said, “Co in.”
The door wasn’t locked, a twist opened it.
Michael entered and saw his neckline open, revealing cold white skin, a well-shaped clavicle, and a beautiful swan neck. His figure was slender, with wet clothes clinging to his waist…
So slim!
Under the bright light, his skin seed to glow, he tugged at his pants, exposing a section of his waist.
White and soft.
Nothing like a man’s supposed to be.
“My clothes…” He turned and t Michael’s gaze, instinctively wrapped his clothes tighter, “Why is it you!”
That expression seed as if Michael was a shaless rogue.
“Your clothes were wet because of , so I brought you new ones.” Michael frowned, “We’re both n, what are you afraid of? I’m not going to do anything untoward to you.”
“Then please leave, I need to change.” He took a deep breath, as if suppressing sothing.
Michael put down the clothes and left.
Back in the banquet hall, William Hale sharply observed, “Michael, where did you go?”
“Nowhere.”
“Your ears are red.”
“I…”
Michael rubbed his ears, saying the banquet hall was too stuffy, feeling a bit hot. When the redness faded, Young Master Carter returned, and the recent scene flashed in Michael’s mind.
At the mont they t eyes,
his ears reddened again.
Young Master Carter felt his limbs go numb.
What does this an?
Why does Michael’s gaze seem sowhat shy?
William Hale watched quietly, finding their relationship increasingly interesting.
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