Chapter 22: The Passion That Come After Truth

While Rachael was dialing the number, a piece of paper on the table caught her eye. As she read, a smile creased her face and all the worry drained from her eyes.

She sat down, ate breakfast, washed up, and left for work.

At dusk, a taxi carrying Rachael pulled over. She alighted, paid, and walked toward Richard's apartment.

A large banner floated in the air, boldly proclaiming, "I Love You Rachael."

Rachael’s lips curled into a smile, her eyes glistened, and she continued toward the garden, which had been decorated with colorful balloons.

Looking up, she saw Richard standing in the doorway of the garden, dressed in a suit and holding a bouquet of flowers. Beside him was a stool, and on it rested a golden box reflecting the evening sun.

Step by step, Rachael approached him.

Standing before Richard, he handed her the bouquet and said softly, "Give me your hand."

Rachael stretched out her arm. Richard took it, opened the ring box beside him, and revealed a diamond ring.

Rachael gasped i