Chapter 239

"Leo, I adore roses the most."

"If you want to marry me, you'll have to propose with a city full of roses. Otherwise, I won't say yes!"

"Susan, I'll make sure all of Seaview blooms with roses."

Amidst the swirling rose petals, whole crimson roses stood out—fiery and breathtakingly beautiful.

Susan bent to pick up one perfect rose, her fingers trembling slightly.

So he remembered the playful promise from their youth.

Her eyes grew warm. As she turned, she could almost see the boy in white walking toward her with roses in his hands.

The boy from her memories slowly merged with the man before her—Andrew Lucas. Time had left no mark on his face, only enhancing his radiance.

Gazing at Andrew holding the roses, Susan thought his face truly lived up to the title "Timeless Beauty."

She was utterly enchanted.

"Susan, marry me."

Andrew knelt on one knee, his gaze burning. "I'll love you, protect you, and be faithful to you for the rest of my life. Together in life and death, never apart."

Roses bloomed under fireworks—this was the dream of her girlhood. The man before her was the only one she had ever loved.

Her throat tightened. All she could do was nod firmly.

Andrew was overjoyed, fumbling as he pulled out the ring. The usually composed Andrew Lucas now looked as clumsy as a nervous teenager.

His hands shook so badly he failed seven or eight times to slide the ring onto her finger.

Susan nearly laughed. Who would have thought the formidable Andrew Lucas couldn't even put on a ring properly?

When the ring almost dropped for the ninth time, Susan almost reached to help—but held back. Surely he'd manage before the night ended?

Finally, the ring settled securely on her ring finger.

Noticing Susan's missing pinky, Andrew's eyes darkened. He gently clasped her hand. "Susan, you're mine now. You can only be my wife for the rest of your life."

"Who wants to be your wife?" Susan retorted, blushing.

"I'll shamelessly chase only you." Andrew swept her into his arms. "Tonight, let's be shameless together."

"Put me down! Your wound might reopen!"

"It's just a scratch." He held her tighter. "Even if my arm breaks, I'll still carry my wife. I want to hold you like this forever."

Susan muttered half-hearted protests, but her heart was sweet with joy.

Watching the fireworks light up the night sky, she suddenly worried. "Aren't fireworks banned in this neighborhood?"

"Don't worry." Andrew smirked. If anyone got scolded, it would be Leo.

Back at the apartment, Susan moved toward the kitchen. "Aren't you hungry?"

Andrew's gaze darkened. "I am hungry." He kissed her deeply. "But what I crave is you."

Late that night, Andrew lay content with Susan asleep in his arms. Then his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

The word "Husband" on the screen stabbed at his eyes.

His expression turned stormy as he stepped onto the balcony. The phone rang again.

"Susan, I miss you." Henry Bartley's voice came through the receiver.