SWNOVELS Chapter 1820: Will You Marry Me?
Chapter 1820: Will You Marry Me?
In the yard filled with the fragrance of roses, Algerone stood with hands behind his back, dressed in a suit. He held a small square box in his palm, unable to contain his excitement, and looked at the car with a smile on his face.
At this moment, he felt somewhat similar to his younger self entering the realm of marriage for the first time-anticipating, nervous, and a little unsure.
The people around him were also happy for him, each wearing a joyful smile.
"Mom, they're here," Tom Fritz said in a gentle voice. He felt that it was meaningful to witness such a special proposal.
Jane, wearing a cheongsam, bent slightly, holding a rose in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other, as she looked up at the car.
Memories flooded into her mind like a tide, and she smiled as she said, "More than twenty years ago, it was me standing in the yard with Belinda, waiting. Algerone was late because of something." "On such an important day, being late, was Belinda angry?"
"Guess."
"She must have been angry, right? Even if she didn't say it out loud, she must have been unhappy in her heart," Tom Fritz knew that women's thoughts were delicate.
Listening to her son's analysis, Jane stood up. While she wrapped the roses in her hand, she said, "Yes, Belinda, with her temper, didn't say much at the time. She greeted everyone with a smile and completed all the wedding ceremonies. Later, I found out that she locked Algerone out that night."
Looking back now, everyone would consider that behavior a bit childish.
Under the expectant gazes of everyone, the car approached.
The car window opened, and Belinda caught a whiff of the fragrance of roses. She looked intently into the yard and saw vast patches of Damascus roses and bourbon roses intertwined, blooming in competition with each other, swaying in the wind.
The colors of the flowers changed from deep to light, each cluster more beautiful than the last, like a painting.
The fragrance became more and more intense.
The villa's yard was right in front of them. Tristan's car began to slow down, and Belinda suddenly realized that this was Algerone's home. Looking at the building, she had a moment of confusion.
In this vast yard, filled with her favorite roses, seven or eight noble varieties were in full bloom. She was surprised and felt a sense of awe.
As the car slowed down but hadn't come to a stop yet, Monica linked her arm with Belinda's. With a look of happiness, she glanced at Belinda's profile and saw her astonishment and joy, as well as a hint of girlish shyness.
Because at this moment, Belinda saw a man in a suit standing among the roses.
Bathed in the sunlight of spring, there was a fleeting moment when she seemed to see his youthful shadow.
Elegant and handsome.
Tristan's car entered the yard, and just as it came to a stop, Algerone stepped forward and opened the car door on Belinda's side. He bent down like a gentleman, extending his hand, and said, "Welcome, Belinda, out of the car!"
Belinda not only saw him but also saw the company executives behind him, all smiling. They were also her old classmates whom she hadn't seen in twenty or thirty years. And there was her best friend Jane and her son, who had a gentle and jade-like appearance.
The joy in Belinda's heart increased. She quickly regained her composure and gently placed her hand in Algerone's hand, stepping out of the car under everyone's gaze. Monica was also particularly excited. Algerone looked so handsome today! She was glad that she could witness this scene, especially since she had missed the last one.
Monica and Tristan also got out of the car. As soon as they closed the car door, a warm breeze carrying the scent of flowers enveloped them. Algerone knelt down on one knee in front of Belinda, holding her hand and looking up at her, he asked, "Belinda, will you marry me?"
Despite being in front of so many people, Algerone didn't feel embarrassed. He opened the small square box in his hand and said, "Marry me!" A shiny ring appeared in the air, catching everyone's attention.