Despite being separated from her for less than an hour, despite always knowing her beauty... yet, the moment he saw her, the Duke, who was always composed, still held his breath in amazement.
Her face felt slightly warm as she met his gaze.
"Does it... does it look bad?"
She hadn’t worn such bold colors in a long time, and she wasn’t quite used to it herself.
"No!" The man came back to his senses, lifted the corners of his mouth, and smiled, "Very beautiful!"
"Of course!" She tried to keep her voice casual, trying hard to control herself from appearing like a naive young girl unfamiliar with the world, casually glancing left and right, "But... what’s all this about?"
Inside the living room, it was even more extravagant than the hallway.
There were not only flower walls but even draping tulle... it was like the scene of a wedding.
"Is there going to be a cocktail party?"
Seeing her, his mood, on the contrary, calmed down.
He stepped forward to her and Huangfu Jue raised his hand to remove a small petal that had landed on her shoulder.
"Then... is there some special guest?" she glanced around, "Should I step aside?"
"All of this... it’s all for you."
Gan Yuan looked around and then, after a moment, her gaze returned to his face.
In front of her, the man was gradually lowering himself, his gaze downwards at his bending knee, and she suddenly realized his intention.
She was so foolish, how could she not have guessed, he was proposing!
Her heart clenched suddenly, and she nervously grabbed his arm.
"Don’t be nervous!" The man took her hand in his, "I just..."
She pulled him back up, covered his lips with her hand.
"Listen to me first, you... you still don’t understand me completely..."
The amusement in his blue eyes turned serious as Huangfu Jue looked at her with gravity.
"Of course not!" she blurted out without hesitation.
"I just... you... that is..." she stammered, holding on to him tightly, fearing he might kneel again, "I mean... you... you’re not an ordinary person, and... we..."
Everything was happening so suddenly, she could not have imagined that he would propose so quickly, and at this moment, even the normally clever and resourceful Gan Yuan found her mind blank, unsure of what to do.
"Ayuan!" The man took her hand and gently lifted her face with his other hand, "Do you love me?"
"Ajue, this isn’t about love or not..."
"Answer me!" The man demanded authoritatively, interrupting her, "Love, or not!"
"I..." she looked up, meeting his eyes, and in his expectant blue eyes, she could not lie, "Love!"
"But have you ever considered..." her voice began to tremble, "Maybe I’m not as wonderful as you think, I..."
"I’m looking for a wife, not an angel."
"You... you don’t understand what I mean, I’m saying... I..." her voice trailed off, her tone became despondent and helpless as she lowered her eyelids, "Ajue, I’m not worthy of you, I don’t have... the right."
The man reached into his pocket, took out a ring, pressed the switch on it, the ring box popped open automatically, and he held the ring out in front of her, speaking proudly.
"I love you, that’s all the right you need!"