Chapter 187: Zinnia’s Livestream Ends
Zinnia leaned closer to her cara, her warm smile filling the screen. "Alright, my Little Flowers, it’s ti for
to sign off." Her voice was soft but full of energy, carrying the love she had for her fans.
The live chat filled with ssages, hearts, and comnts as viewers begged her to stay longer.
"Before I go, I want to give a special shoutout to Mr. Sunshine and Tiny_Grasshopper. Thank you so much for your support today," she said, her eyes glinting with sincerity. "And, of course, a huge thank you to all my Little Flowers for sticking with
even though I haven’t been as active."
The chat exploded with love. Zinnia chuckled softly, her laughter like a lody.
"I’ve been super busy lately, but I’ll do my best to livestream whenever I can," she promised. "Please stay healthy, blooming, and beautiful, my Little Flowers!" She waved to the cara with both hands, the light in her eyes unwavering.
As the livestream ended, Zinnia let out a small sigh, leaning back in her chair. Her heart felt full. These monts with her fans always reminded her of why she loved painting and connecting with people.
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Samuel tapped his phone screen to exit the livestream. His lips curved into a wide smile, one that wouldn’t leave his face no matter how hard he tried.
"She painted it..." he murmured, his eyes still locked on the screen. The image of Zinnia’s latest painting lingered in his mind—a vivid depiction of the two of them during the bomb threat incident.
Leaning back in his chair, Samuel clasped his hands behind his head. His thoughts raced. "It’s ti," he said to himself. "Ti to finalize everything for the proposal. I want it to be perfect."
He sat up straight, determination gleaming in his eyes. This wasn’t just about fulfilling his father’s conditions anymore. It was about Zinnia—the woman who had unknowingly turned his world upside down.
"This is the next step," he muttered, grabbing his phone to make a few calls. "The life I want is with her. No shortcuts this ti."
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Zinnia picked up the bouquet of flowers from her desk, her fingers grazing the delicate petals. The vibrant colors seed to brighten the room, much like her own smile.
She found a vase in the corner of the studio and carefully arranged the flowers. Leaning back in her chair, she let out a soft breath, her gaze lingering on the blooms.
"They’re beautiful," she whispered to herself, a small smile tugging at her lips.
Her fingers brushed the edge of the card that had co with the bouquet. It was Samuel’s handwriting. The words felt personal, raw in a way he rarely allowed himself to be.
"Sam-Sam," she murmured, her voice light with affection. Her fingers traced the petals of peonies as a faint chuckle escaped her lips. "What are you up to now?"
As she started cleaning up her art studio, her mind was far from the task. mories of Samuel crept in—the quiet dinners they shared, the rare, genuine smiles he reserved just for her, and the way his eyes softened when he thought she wasn’t looking.
"Did he watch my livestream today?" she wondered aloud, her hands pausing mid-task.
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Timmy stood at the edge of Samuel’s desk, a stack of docunts in hand. He cleared his throat, trying to pull his boss’s attention away from whatever had him so distracted—most likely Zinnia’s livestream.
"Uh, boss?" Timmy began hesitantly.
Samuel waved him off without even glancing up. "Not now, Timmy." He removed his coat, tossing it carelessly onto a chair.
Timmy frowned, his confusion evident. "But these are the Lucas Realty contracts. You said they needed urgent—"
Samuel interrupted him with a sharp nod. "I know what I said. But there’s sothing more important right now."
Timmy blinked, taken aback. "More important than the company’s future?"
Samuel leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk. A sly smirk spread across his face. "Much more. I need your help planning the perfect proposal."
Timmy’s jaw dropped. "A proposal? You’re finally going to ask Miss Zinnia properly?"
Samuel’s smirk softened into sothing more genuine. "It’s about ti, don’t you think? She deserves more than this engagent we’ve been coasting on."
Timmy’s face lit up with excitent as he quickly pulled out a notebook. "Alright! So, what’s the plan, boss? Romantic dinner? Flashy public proposal?"
Samuel shook his head. "No. It has to be personal. Sothing that reflects who we are... what she ans to . Nothing over-the-top, but unforgettable."
Timmy nodded eagerly, scribbling notes. "Got it. Should I reach out to so event planners? Maybe book a venue?"
Samuel’s expression turned serious. "No. I’ll handle the core of it myself. But I’ll need you to coordinate the smaller details—flowers, lighting, music. And I want her family involved. This has to feel like ho for her."
Timmy grinned, his pen flying across the page. "Understood, boss! She’s going to love this."
Samuel leaned back in his chair, his mind already racing with ideas. This was more than just a proposal. It was the first step toward building the life he truly wanted—with Zinnia by his side.
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As the sun set, Zinnia retreated to the living room with a cup of tea in hand. The house was quiet, except for the faint hum of the heater. She sat on the couch with her legs curled beneath her, staring absently at the flickering fireplace.
Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She reached for it, expecting another ssage from her fans. Instead, it was a text from Samuel.
"Did you like the flowers?"
She stared at the screen for a mont before typing a reply.
"They’re beautiful. Thank you, Sam. You didn’t have to."
His response ca almost imdiately.
"I wanted to. You deserve them."
Her heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t used to this version of Samuel—the one who expressed his feelings so directly.
"You’ve been surprising
a lot lately," she replied, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. After a pause, she added, "Is there sothing going on?"
This ti, there was a delay. She watched the typing indicator blink on and off before his reply finally ca through.
"Maybe. You’ll find out soon enough."
Her brows furrowed as she read the ssage. What is he planning? she wondered, a mix of curiosity and anticipation building in her chest.
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