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? My mother is a bit enthusiastic, but you should also understand her a little, she's about to marry a beautiful girl like you for me, and everyone's excited."
This boyfriend is very kind to her, and his family is reliable.
So, should she hesitate anymore? It's hard to make a decision...
The lights in the party room were bright, and all the guests were well-dressed.
Flora looked around, and she might get used to the situation soon.
The music faded, and Patrick's father, the owner of the Jones family, slowly walked up to the stage. Behind him was the light and attention of many spectators.
"Thank you for taking the time to come to our Jones family's party today. This party was held to welcome my only son back home, and I want to announce two pieces of good news. First, from now on, I will officially step back, handing over H&H Group to my son Patrick Jones. Help my son finish his job well in the new position."
Applause and congratulations rang out at the same time.
At one time, Patrick became the party's center, captivating most people's eyes.
And naturally, the girl standing next to him also received considerable scrutiny and evaluation.
Waiting for the applause to go down, Patrick's father, standing on stage, coughed slightly at the microphone, giving the second news.
"Second, two months from now, on September 11th, my son and Flora Smith, the niece of my family's best friend. She and my son will get engaged. Soon after that, they will get married, and by then, I hope you will come to my family's wedding party."
It's big news again.
"What a beautiful couple. The Jones boy is standing next to that girl, looking so handsome."
A person willing to praise the person next to him also agrees.
"That girl is so beautiful, and she's the niece of a close family friend, isn't she?"
Amid the loud whispering, a long whistle sounded, which sounded entirely out of tune, which also quickly caught the eye.
A lady with gaudy make-up snorted, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"If it weren't for that friend who saved the owner Jones family is the grandfather of Flora, then she can walk half a step into the Jones family door or not? Of course, she inherited the trick from her mother, who became pregnant when she was only sixteen years old... The heir to the Jones family has been cut off, so based on that saving grace, she managed to break in and marry into the Jones family. But in comparison, appearance, she is far from being compared to Miss Eirelys Sarah..."
Without knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, she glanced at the girl with all her brand-name clothes sitting not far away.
The girl took a glance and put her nails deep into her palm.
How can lady Eirelys lose to such a rustic girl?
In the constant murmur of conversation, the only son of the Jones family, brought his beautiful fiancée to the stage.
Those unpleasant words were easy to get right into him. Of course, Flora heard them, too, without missing any comments.
"Don't overthink."
A familiar soft voice rang in her ear, a strong arm round her waist drawing her closer.
Patrick had a happy smile on his lips.
He pulled out a small box from his pocket.
"First, thank you for being here and witnessing this important moment in my life. Yesterday was my birthday, and I came home late because of this."
Inside the small box was a shiny diamond ring.
"This is an engagement ring I designed myself, and I hope that today, in the presence of everyone, I can wear it for the girl I love more than myself."
The whole hall of the party was silent, and on the stage, a handsome fell on one knee, lifting the stunning diamond ring.
The perfect ring is flawless, and the transparent diamond reflects light on all sides.
Flora suddenly felt like crying.
She suddenly understood that Patrick made such a big deal out of trying to show his protection, protecting her from the sharp eyes of people.
He is still her Patrick, always considerate and gentle, quietly behind all the difficulties.
"Flora, I've wanted to do this for a long time. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, protecting you from the rain and sunny, going through all these years, both happiness and pain, but we never left each other. Will you give me a chance, marry me?"
There was much cheering around.
She also had no reason to refuse his proposal, only nodded softly.
Patrick's nervous expression immediately turned into joy, quickly putting the ring in her hand and then standing up and hugging the girl he loved.
A hasty kiss, as if he could not wait to drop on the sweet, red lips.
Flora closed her eyes tightly. Mixed with feelings of happiness and anticipation was an unstoppable anxiety creeping in.
***
Time went by very quickly, soon after two months.
"Oh, what a beautiful dress!"
Flora couldn't hold back her voice, astonished and delighted.
In front of her was a white wedding dress with beautiful sparkling crystals, as splendid as princess costumes in fairy tales.
Seeing she is so happy, Patrick smiled too.
Her smile was his most tremendous encouragement.
"Isn't it pretty? I don't know which style you like, so I designed it to suit you best. This material is lightweight, voluminous, sleek, and comfortable. This decorative crystal is also the ultimate Swarovski..."
He turned to say to the girl next door: "Would you mind helping me get this wedding dress down for my fiancée to try it on?"
It's still a little awkward to introduce her to someone else as his fiancée.
But the wedding dress he designed, as measured by her months ago, does not fit her.
The shop girl bent her head and tied the strap behind her skirt, and Flora frowned again.
"Why is this dress so tight? Is it true that you designed it according to my measurements? I can't breathe if there are straps."
When she pulled too close to her waist, she had to empty her belly to fit. The tightening of the skirt behind her made it harder for her to breathe.
If this dress is woven to her measure, how can such a thing happen… Is there a mistake?
Patrick hurried a few steps forward, frowning his brows, holding a rope gauge.
"Take it off first, and if you intentionally put on the strap, it's uncomfortable to breathe. Let me measure again if there's any mistake in the measurement of the skirt."
Waiting for her to change into her old suit, he measured the waist of the dress he had just taken off.
"That's impossible… That's your measurement a few months ago."
This dress was measured a few months ago, so there's only one possibility.
She puffed up her cheeks and looked up at him, her brown eyes glistening.
"Maybe I've gained some weight."
She gained weight, can't wear this beautiful wedding dress anymore.
Patrick burst into laughter, threw aside the tape measure, and used his hand to measure her waist again.
Quickly to the side, she brushed the playing hand over her waist.
"There's no one like you… Come on, stop playing. The outsider's looking."
Not only is the man not ashamed, but he also reaches out to pull her closer.
"What's the problem with them? I hug my wife's waist, what does that have to do with them? Your waist is bigger, so you must stretch out your wedding dress."
The weight gain concern is solved, causing no stir. But neither of them expected a big wave to come slowly.
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
Seven years had passed in the blink of an eye. In a small house located in a narrow alley of the city, a little girl was clinging onto Flora's legs, refusing to let go while sobbing and begging: "Mom, take me with you... I want to come with you..." Flora had a vision that her daughter would cry and cling onto her for fifteen more minutes before she could finally leave. If she hadn't left, she wouldn't have made it. Looking at her daughter's round eyes filled with tears, Flora was at a loss for what to do. Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the staircase. A young boy appeared, around the same height as the little girl, yawning and stretching. Flora see like pleading with her son for help with her eyes as she frowned "Paul, let go of your mom. She needed to find a job. You won't get cake to eat if she doesn't have a job," a young boy said. Did she really need to tell him that she needed to find a job urgently? She had lost her previous job and income, and n
Flora held her breath, intending to take the chance to sneak into the room without disturbing her son, ignoring his detailed questions. As if telepathically, as soon as she moved her feet, the boy frowned. "Where are you going? I just heard you say SEI Corporation recruited you. That corporation has almost taken over the movie, television, tourism, and advertising markets…." He looked her up and down, and then bottom to top: "Why would they hire you?" Flora frowned again, unable to control her emotions, but then pinch her son's ear: "Why don't you trust me at all? I'm your mother! Six years ago, you came out of my belly, and for six years, you've been nagging me." Her son had never overpowered before his mother, struggling desperately, wanting to escape her evil hands. She pretended to be angry, pinched her son's ear a little, and went downstairs. How could she hurt her child? At that moment, her mother, the grandmother of the two children, heard the noise downstairs and came down.
Arriving in front of the interview room, she took a deep breath before knocking cautiously. From inside, a female voice responded: "Come on in." The candidate's resume was on the table, and the direct interviewer, a woman in her forties, was very distinctive. But the candidate dared not mention that the interviewer was the general director's fiancée, her imagination was too far-fetched. Flora tried to maintain a professional smile, but it seemed a bit silly given the attire she wore that day. The interviewer pulled down her glasses, frowned, and looked at the candidate in a manner similar to a teacher looking at a student. She hesitated before setting her pen aside and asked: "Your appearance..." Without saying it directly, she glanced down at the candidate's appearance, making an "x" sign with her fingers. Flora responded, "Yes, my appearance may not be as attractive as some people, but please believe that my abilities are excellent. I graduated from a prestigious university with
"This is my house. Wait a moment for me to open the door, and when the door opens, you can see those two little devils."The key rattled in the lock. The little girl was bored, swinging her legs on the sofa. When she heard the sound of the lock opening, she looked out. When she confirmed that the person opening the door was her mother, she ran over joyfully and hugged her mother's leg: "Oh, Mommy's home!"Turning around, she shouted: "Charlie, Mom's home!"From upstairs, a boy slowly descended the stairs with his hand in his pocket and yawned as he walked. He saw the person behind his mother, bowed politely, and said hello."Hi, Auntie."Flora happily tousled the little boy's hair, at that moment, the little girl noticed the person standing right behind her mother, with sparkling eyes and a hesitant voice, she greeted: "Hello, Auntie."But the adult standing behind the child's mother stared intently at the little boy and couldn't take his eyes off him: "Your son... looks just like our
Matthew stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, and grabbed a stack of documents, placing them in front of Flora. She hesitantly reached out to take them, hugging them to her chest.Then, he stepped closer, and she stepped back until she was backed up against the wall.“Are you done talking?”Flora’s face turned red.Even though she didn’t have any unusual thoughts, being pressed by such a handsome face, looking at her intently, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Her normal voice suddenly became stuttering.“No... no... I’m done...”Matthew chuckled softly and leaned close to Flora’s ear, his voice low as if teasing her: “What do you mean by ‘done’?”It’s a pity that with such an exciting personality, if only she were a bit more beautiful.Suddenly pressed, Flora trembled slightly, unable to say a complete sentence. She heard his deep voice ringing in her ear again.“A CEO like me still needs a probationary secretary to teach me how to be a CEO? Your thinking is quite int
Selena absentmindedly looked at the file in her hand, noticed Flora’s worried face, and asked: “What’s wrong? Didn’t the partner cancel the contract for this project?”This project was the one that Selena knew about. A thought flashed through Flora’s mind.She sighed and lowered her head, “Maybe because I prevented those people, the CEO was unhappy. He scolded me yesterday and told me to finish this project today... If I can’t finish it, I might have to pack up and leave.”Selena’s face immediately changed.It is tough to have a powerful ally beside one’s fiancé. How could she let her go for such a silly reason? She furrowed her brows and rubbed her chin, “Let me talk to him." she said.Flora was thrilled in her heart and quickly bowed her head in gratitude, afraid that she would change her mind.After saying goodbye to Selena, she pressed the elevator button to the top floor, walking lightly on her feet. What if the CEO orders otherwise? She has the support of the future wife of the C