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Chapter 7
In the evening of the next day, Charlotte came in style wearing a high–custom gown. Her diamond earrings shimmered in the light and even her nails were carefully manicured.
Seeing the room full of reporters and live cameras, a blush spread across her face and the smugness in the bottom of her eyes almost overflowed.
Benedict slowly approached with 999 Ecuadorian roses in his hands. He was kneeling on one knee in the flashing lights.
“Charlotte.” His voice was so gentle that it could drip water.
“You’re the only one in my heart all these years. I waited day and night when you were in a coma and when you woke up, I couldn’t wait to hold the whole world in front of you.”
Charlotte looked at the piles of Hermes gift boxes and Van Cleef & Arpels jewellery around her. She couldn’t wait to interrupt him.
“I do! I’m willing to marry you right now!”
The reporters applauded. The flashlight went on and off.
At this very moment, Benedict suddenly shook off her hand and backhanded a hard slap on her face. Charlotte covered her face. Her eyes filled with tears. “Benedict, what are you doing?”
Benedict took a step back and snapped his fingers. The big screen behind him suddenly lit up. The images of Charlotte hanging out with the driver in the Prayer Garden and the videos of her entangling with men of all colours in the clubhouse, all clearly presented in front of the media in the whole city.
“Turn it off! Turn it off now!” She screamed hysterically. Her carefully tended hair was falling apart.
Benedict coldly watched as she collapsed to the ground. He waved his hand at the security guard.
“Drag her out.”
The image of Charlotte being dragged away like a piece of trash under the flashbulbs spread throughout the city through the live broadcast.
The day I first arrived at the Roussel Family, I was shocked by the sight before me. The entire Roussel Family lined up to greet me and even the grey–haired
old housekeeper smiled at me with his cane. “Where is this like the rumoured and feared Roussel Family?”
My breath hitched as Dominic walked out from behind the crowd. The well–tailored black suit outlined his upright figure. The peach blossom eyes behind the gold glasses were slightly upturned. It was completely different from the violent madman in the rumours.
“This will be your home from now on.”
He held my fingertips. His palms were warm and dry.
“No need to be formal.”
That night in the study room, he handed me a cup of coffee. He talked to me for a long time.
“Many years ago, my grandma took me to Liechtenstein city. At that time, my parents had just passed away. I couldn’t stop crying. A little girl gave me a piece of candy and said that if I ate it, I wouldn’t be sad anymore. Do you remember that?”
I looked up in surprise. I was met with his eyes that were extraordinarily deep after he took off his glasses.
I blurted out, “That crybaby was you?”
He smiled slowly and pinched my face. His fingertips were covered with thìn calluses.
“I have been looking for you for many years.”
My face burned instantly. Looking at his long fingers, I said something that was inexplicably prompted, “I think it doesn’t matter if we don’t have children.”
“Heh.” He suddenly smiled slowly and tugged my hand to press it somewhere.
I stumbled and fell into his arms. I felt the amazing hardness and rounding of my eyes in shock.
“You are…”
“Yes, my love.”
He whispered against my earlobe, “Hearing is believing.”
The next day, I was paralysed in bed. I was unable to move, but Dominic came over in high spirits.
I immediately wrapped myself in a quilt tightly. “No, no, no.”
He smiled softly and kissed my forehead. “Let me take you somewhere.”
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In the Rose Manor, the melodious music rang out, precisely my favourite song,
“La La Land“. He knelt on one knee.
“Gaundetia Winifred, are you willing to marry me?”
“She doesn’t want to!” Benedict suddenly appeared not far away. His face was terribly gloomy.
Benedict stumbled into the venue. His suit was messy. The broken hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat.
