The windows were opened, and the sheer curtains fluttered gently in the breeze. Golden light illuminated the entire bedroom.
The man kneeled on one knee, his features stunning, holding a large bouquet of beautiful blue roses, yet they seemed less captivating than his magnificent beauty.
This scene was so wonderful that it was almost impossible to look away.
...
Adrian Law's voice was clear and deep, his back straight, and his kneeling pose resembled that of a born noble, without the slightest hint of humility.
"Cecilia, will you marry me?"
Cecilia Vaughn furrowed her brows in surprise, slightly opened her mouth, almost doubting whether she had heard correctly.
"Adrian, haven't we already registered?"
She was already his wife, so how could she marry him again?
Adrian Law did not answer Cecilia Vaughn's question, and persistently remained kneeling, his eyes blazing.
"Cecilia, you just have to answer, yes or no."
