Katelyn was at a loss for words at his blunt admission. For a moment, she found herself unable to meet his eyes. How could he speak so boldly, without a hint of shame?

Noticing Katelyn’s discomfort, Vincent softened his approach. “Finish your meal. There’s somewhere I want to take you afterward.”

Curious, Katelyn asked, “Where to?”

But Vincent remained silent, offering no further explanation.

Katelyn’s curiosity was stirred, and all the previous desires in her heart faded away. She took a few more bites, finishing her meal without another thought.

She glanced at Vincent and said, “I’m finished. Let’s go.”

The time was edging toward three in the morning. The destination was unknown to her.

Vincent observed Katelyn’s attire and suggested gently, “You might want to change. We’ll be around others.”

Katelyn glanced at the robe she was wearing and realized it wasn’t appropriate for going outside. She had been so anxious earlier that she completely forgot about it.

Katelyn agreed and headed to the dressing room. Within minutes, she had changed and emerged. Together, they walked to the garage.

Twenty minutes later, Vincent parked the car at a secluded grassland. Surrounded by vast fields, Katelyn looked around, perplexed. “Is this it? What’s here to see?”

Vincent, taking Katelyn’s hand, whispered, “There’s something. Just come.”

In front of them stood a small hill, its surface covered in grass. From where they were, however, they couldn’t see what lay at the top. Driven by curiosity, Katelyn ascended the hill. Reaching the top, she gasped, her expression one of utter amazement.

Katelyn’s eyes fell upon a vast field of pink roses, their delicate petals scattered across the green grass. Right at the heart of the vibrant display stood a stunning wall, shaped like a heart, built from both roses and balloons.

Floating fabrics, light as whispers, danced in the gentle breeze, casting a dreamlike ambiance that transformed the scene into a fairytale realm. Though mesmerized, Katelyn glanced at Vincent with a hint of confusion. “Is someone getting proposed to here?”

There was no one else in sight. It didn’t quite have the traditional feel of a proposal setting.

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With a steady gaze, Vincent held Katelyn’s hand, leading her toward the center of the rose-filled space. Then, just as he guided her forward, a gentle breeze began to stir. The petals danced, swirling through the air, enhancing the enchantment of the moment.

With deep sincerity in his eyes, Vincent spoke, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. “Katelyn, the more I’m with you, the more I realize how much I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?”

At that moment, Katelyn stood frozen, utterly overwhelmed. A flicker of disbelief shimmered in her eyes.

Could this really be a romantic gesture Vincent had arranged just for her? This man, typically so distant and composed, now revealed a side of himself Katelyn had never expected—one filled with genuine emotion.

It was so out of character for Vincent to do something like this. However, here he was, doing exactly that.

At that moment, Katelyn felt a warmth—a sense of being deeply cherished.

Vincent’s gaze remained steady on Katelyn, offering no pressure, simply waiting in quiet anticipation for her response.

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