Ivor returned to his senses and stared into Bonnie’s eyes, which reminded him of stars. “Sorry, your beauty took me out of this world for a moment.”
She glanced at him and said, “Here we go again. Don’t you ever get tired of that?”
She pushed at his chest. Surprisingly, he grabbed her waist and said, “I like saying stuff like that.”
Bonnie tried pulling her hands away, but it was futile. Even so, she did not try too hard. “That sounds like a you problem.”
Ivor lowered his head to lean closer to her. “Don’t you like it?”
His voice was so mesmerizing that Bonnie almost could not help but blush. Ivor was happy when he noticed it.
Then, he looked at the pink roses and answered her earlier question, “The red and pink roses are merely one way to show how my love for you is unique. As for how special and important you are to me, I’ll prove it with actions.”
Ivor’s words were so genuine that they stirred something in Bonnie’s heart. The sentiment churned in her chest as she hugged him back tightly.
“Ivor!” She said nothing sweet or moving. She only called out his name, her voice trembling. It was more than enough to convey her feelings for him.
Ivor lowered his head and rested his chin on Bonnie’s shoulder. His charming voice brimmed with affection as he said, “I love you, Bonnie.”
A moment later, she heard fireworks exploding.
Boom! Crackle!
They flew into the night sky and lit up the darkness. The gorgeous fireworks reflected in Bonnie’s eyes, and she turned to look at Ivor. Suddenly, she felt honored to have someone like him to spend the rest of her life with.
Ivor noticed her looking at him and asked, “Do you like the fireworks, Bonnie?”
“I love them. They’re wonderful.” Bonnie led Ivor to the dining table. “You must be tired from working all day. Was preparing all this troublesome?”
“Of course not. It’s meaningful since I did it for you.” Ivor followed along. Once they reached the table, he pulled her chair out. “Have a seat.”
“Thanks.” Bonnie put the bouquet onto the table and took a seat. Although it was a small gesture, it warmed her heart.
Then, Ivor took his seat and poured Bonnie some red wine before pushing a plate of cut-up steak to her. “You like your steak medium rare, right?”
“Yeah, thanks, Ivor.” She ate one of the pieces. “Mmm, it’s good.”
Then she raised her wine glass and sniffed it. A moment later, she looked at him and raised her brows, asking, “Is this the Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon? It’s a strong wine-you’ve just poured me a huge glass. Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“What are you talking about?” Ivor did not know how to react to her response.
