He Stands In The Gorgeous Summer Flowers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

While still crouching down I smiled as I lightly ran my fingers across the other flowers. The photographers gave me the cue, I got up and headed towards the exit. After taking a couple steps out of the flower path, I froze my feet seemed to be glued to the spot. I knew this wasn’t real but it felt real, too real if you asked me. Apollo was standing in the center, a million roses in pinks and peach surrounding him. Behind him were huge flower letters that said MARRY ME. Among the flowers were dimmed lights as the sun would soon set. He was dressed in a long sleeved shirt that matched my own. They were rolled up and exposed a bit of his arms, the cream pants he had on was hugging him everywher

He stood beside it, tall and imposing, holding a bouquet of flowers. They were roses—grey matcha forest roses, fresh and elegant, their muted green hues striking yet understated. They suited him perfectly. I stood frozen, watching as he approached. When he handed me the bouquet, his voice was soft, almost tentative. "Are you still angry about the flowers?" I took the roses, my throat tightening. My eyes stung as I lowered my head to inhale their delicate scent. When I looked up at him, I forced a smile, my lips curving despite the ache in my chest.

And he is impossible to miss. He leans casually against the barrier with the biggest bouquet of roses I have ever seen in my life, cradled in one arm. There has to be at least fifty roses woven together in a breathtaking arrangement of deep reds, soft pinks, and creamy whites. The flowers are so extravagant that several people walking past actually turn to stare. But I only see him. Greg spots me instantly, and the grin that spreads across his face is enough to make my heart stumble painfully in my chest.

There’s now inning a conversation against him. I followed him and saw him standing under a tree with his hand in his pockets. I was about to make a nasty rebut when I got closer to him. But as I approached, my irritation drained away. Before me was a breathtaking view, a field of vibrant flowers stretching endlessly, butterflies flitting about, and the city skyline visible in the distance. “It is beautiful isn't it?” Hayden’s voice was soft.

I opened the message, my breath hitching as I read his words: *“Look outside.” Curiosity piqued, I made my way to the window and pulled back the curtain. And there he was. Caden stood on the sidewalk, a bouquet of vibrant flowers in his hand, a mix of sunflowers and daisies that seemed to mirror the joy blooming inside me. His face lit up as he caught my gaze, a smile spreading across his lips that sent a wave of happiness crashing over me. It was like he had just walked out of a dream—a dream where the past didn’t haunt us, and the future felt full of endless possibilities.

She must have been a great lover of flowers. I look at the flowers, my eyes scanning the large garden. Then I saw him. I recognized him straight up. Roman was standing at the far side of the garden with his hand crossed behind his back and looking as handsome as ever.

His hair was slightly messy, probably styled to look that way, and he had this careless, lazy confidence that made it obvious he knew he was attractive. For one ridiculous second, I actually thought, Damn… he’s the first person I’ve seen who is even close to being as handsome as Dominic. Then I immediately cursed myself because what kind of idiot thinks her stalker is good-looking? His left hand stayed shoved casually in his pocket like he was lounging outside a beach house instead of standing in front of me after days of creeping into my phone. In his right hand, he held a bunch of flowers—white lilies and red roses mixed together like he put thought into it.

Ill find her later to ask, assuming she’s still in my pack. I slow down my pace when I start to realize there aren't as many people milling about as there should be this time of day. Then I see him. I gasp at the sight of Logan standing in the center of the courtyard surrounded by what has to be so many flowers. It’s so beautiful I almost can’t believe that it’s real. The fragrance of the flowers fills the entire yard. The colors are so vivid and bright that they steal my breath away with their beauty. “Come here.” He motions for me to come closer to him. Even though he makes the action with his hand, he begins moving toward me. I practically fling myself at him when I’m close enough. He cat

I needed to be here when he came back. “Good morning, beautiful lady!” I froze mid-step at the sudden, cheerful voice. It rang out with such energy that I couldn’t help but turn my head toward it. A man, probably in his early thirties stood behind a stall overflowing with flowers. He had a warm, sun-kissed face and kind, slightly mischievous eyes that sparkled as they locked onto mine.

And I think that's why it has a narrow entrance. However, at some point, I forget myself…… I kept staring around in awe till I got a glimpse of something or should I say someone lying behind a huge stone coated with flowers. I could see him from where I was standing, it looked like a manly figure. Though flowers were sprinkled all over him, with curiosity I started inching forward. I parted the blossoms away and shifted them sideways from obstructing my view as I strode toward him. The fishes swam away as I inched closer and pushing the flowers the bugs and butterflies flew away as well.