“The pearls on the dress are so beautiful!” Matthew brimmed with delight, his smile twinkling as he turned to the person beside him: "The pearls are locally harvested by the islanders, they're all natural... As for this wedding dress, it's a heartfelt gift from them to us." Despite being not the creation of skilled artisans or renowned designers, the dress bore the love and blessings of the island's inhabitants. He believed that once Flora donned this gown, she would be the happiest bride on their big day. Standing aside, Grace rolled her eyes: "I never imagined you could be this sentimental, big brother!" Turning to Flora, she teased: "Sister-in-law, remember to keep him on a tight leash, don't let his sentimentalism make others feel queasy." Grace had long forgotten her once earnest desire to marry Matthew. Now, she genuinely wished him and Flora a life of shared happiness. Matthew chuckled: "My dear sister, no need to feel jealous of your sister-in-law. Perhaps you should seiz
Sometimes, people will come across their life's destiny by chance and by chance. No one can predict it. In the bathroom of the VIP room of the five-star ROYAL INVITE hotel, the sound of water had not stopped until now. The warm and hot water quickly glided through the soft, feminine curve, then dropped straight to the cold tile floor, washing away some anxiety and nervousness of the girl taking a dip in the water. Flora Smith was in the shower humming an unknown tune softly, and then as if thinking of something, her cheeks suddenly turned a hidden pink. The steam in the bathroom was misty, covering the mirror with a layer of mist. She reached out and wiped the mirror. In the mirror immediately appeared a face have red lip and a slim chin. She laughed, continuing to hum as she put on her delicate satin nightgown. Outside, the phone rang, extremely urgent, as if urging the other to hurry up to answer the phone. "Hello, Patrick. Did you get off the plane?" The smile on the corne
"Mr. Patrick… You're back already??" Flora uttered a sentence, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a burning fire was burning through her body. All over her body, from top to bottom, there was a burning sensation everywhere. "It's hot! Brother Patrick...! I want water...! Cold water..." When Matthew stepped out of the bathroom, What caught his eye was the erotic image of the girl lying on the bed. He can even hear the small moan from those pretty pink lips. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her thick eyelashes seemed to hold a few tears. This girl's face was much more beautiful than he had imagined, at least more beautiful than the "high-class call girls" that the others had prepared in the past. "Are you so eager to serve me? Unfortunately, for the time being, I have no interest in these flirting games, so I had to let you sleep through the night without doing anything." As soon as he finished speaking, he was lying on the space on the other side of the large bed, pul
Changing into an everyday outfit and looking at herself in the mirror without any spirit, she sighed, closed the hotel room door, went to the elevator, and down to the front desk. "Hi, how can I help you?" Not the front desk yesterday. Flora tried to stay calm and nodded to the front desk, recounting the myth she had encountered last night. "… I want you to help me check if anyone else received room card 2109 but me yesterday. There's no way a man would suddenly appear in my room. Or is there something wrong…" This is a five-star hotel, and security good, why a tall man enter her room without a trace. Yesterday, when Matthew Charles arrived, the new receptionist was so obsessed that he forgot his job and forgot to put his information into the hotel's management system. Today's receptionist has worked at this hotel for a long time. Her face color suddenly changed as soon as she heard her mention room 2109, but she quickly regained her composure. "The management system saved the
By this time, Flora had returned home. Flora's mother has a small flower garden. Her mother and she relied on the profits earned from the flower garden and on each other to live. As soon as she entered the house, she saw the scent of flowers filling the air. Roses are in full bloom, red in the corner of the garden. Her mother was busy all the time, cutting each beautiful rose, folding it up, and preparing to bring it to the flower shop. "Mommy." Her mother heard her daughter's voice, only turned her head to look, then resumed her busy work. “The roses are blooming beautifully, and I cut this one-off. The next one that blooms will probably be in time to decorate your engagement… But I thought you would pick up Patrick. Why didn't he come back now?” Flora stepped forward to lend her mother a hand. Her mother frowned as she watched her daughter clumsily cut a flower stem and begin to nag. “You messed up again, and only Patrick can handle you… Stand aside, don't entangle my hand.
So far, Flora has yet to be able to adapt to the atmosphere of such luxurious parties. If she had her choice, she would have chosen to sit in her mother's afternoon tea rather than wear high heels and a ball gown and dance like this. Bored in her chair, she folded her arms on the table. Waved her sore feet from her high heels, trying to hold back the feeling of wanting to put her head down for a nap. "What's wrong with you?" Patrick took a glass of juice with him and put it on the table in front of the girl was sitting dumbly. Suddenly seeing a long thin hand and a glass of juice appears in sight, Flora was startled and out of a state of stupor. Seeing Patrick's worried eyes, she just gently shook her head. "I'm fine, maybe... a little nervous..." She almost figured out what the party was up to through the last conversation with his mother. Patrick smiled, naturally turning around behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder to help her gently massage. "Isn't it too stressful
Some delicately made sweet breakfasts on the table, including Flora's favorite green tea tiramisu. She rested her hand on the table, puffing her cheeks at the opposite man. "Do you want to hurt me fatter or what? I didn't fit my dress earlier, ate many sweets, and it didn't fit. Are you going to expand again?" Patrick laughed, pushing a plate of green tea tiramisu from the middle of the table in front of her. "You can't gain weight in a few days, even if you finish eating this cake. Moreover, it's okay to gain another one or two pounds, you'll be prettier, and I'll... love you more." Green tea tiramisu has an eye-catching light green cake base mixed with a thick cream of smooth white sprinkled with green tea powder on the cake, which is highly stimulating to the hungry caterpillar in the stomach. In Patrick's attentive gaze, Flora held a small spoon and turned the piece around to see where to get her hand down. Patrick's eyes were filled with tenderness. He coughed slightly, cat
Patrick had just left, and the hospital room door was once again jammed open, and this time the person who entered was her mother. She looked at her daughter quietly, deeply disappointed. "My stupid daughter, how can you be so clumsy..." Mrs. Smith also doesn't know how to do more than lament such a unclear sentence. She remembered a day more than two months ago, just before Patrick's return home, her daughter spent the night outside. It was the only time her daughter did not sleep at home. Without thinking, something so big could happen that night. The appearance of her mother, a unclear lament, and her sad look made Flora burst into tears. She regretted, panic, she is scared, and don't know where to go, what to do. It all turned out like this, something she never thought of. "Mom..." Mrs. Smith's eyes were full of water, still stubbornly refused to wipe them in front of her daughter but turned back, wiping tears from her sleeve before she could even fall out of the eye soc