Chapter 1188:
She stared at him, completely stunned, her eyes swirling with emotions.
No wonder she didn’t recognize it. He didn’t just buy her a car; he built her an entire brand.
The realization hit her hard. Her nose tingled, her vision blurred, and suddenly Dylan looked like he was glowing through a wall of her tears.
A single tear slipped down her cheek, and it pierced straight through Dylan’s heart.
He leaned in and kissed it away, gently.
“There’s one more gift,” he said, trying to shift her focus, though his attention never wavered from her. “Want to check it?”
“Yes.” Christina nodded, wiping her cheeks quickly, a little embarrassed.
She hated how easily she cried, but she couldn’t help it this time.
Dylan led her toward the car. As they approached, the scissor doors lifted. Inside was a stunning explosion of roses in every color imaginable. It looked like someone had stuffed an entire garden in there.
“You go by Rose in secret,” Dylan said, his voice low and soft. “So I figured… why not give you roses in every shade?”
His voice wrapped around her like velvet, whispering right into her soul. It sent a shiver down her spine.
“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.
“I love it,” Christina said, her voice warm. “I love anything as long as it’s from you.”
More than the gifts themselves, it was his love behind them that melted her heart.
Dylan’s love was real. That was the most valuable thing in her world.
“I’m glad. Honestly, I was nervous,” Dylan admitted with a breath of relief. “I wasn’t sure if you’d like any of it.”
His palms had been sweaty all day, but at least one gift had clearly hit home.
𝖁𝗂𝖊𝖜 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 gal𝖓𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗆
Then, with slow, reverent hands, he lifted the jeweled crown and placed it gently on her head, like a knight crowning his queen. “My dear princess…” he began, but Christina reached up and playfully pinched his chin.
Their eyes locked. To Dylan, everything about her in that moment—her expression, her scent, her energy—was completely intoxicating.
“Make me your queen. Call me Your Majesty,” she said with a mischievous grin, holding his chin like she was in charge now.
Dylan smiled, helplessly in love.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said without hesitation.
Christina giggled, clearly enjoying herself, but when she tried to pull her hand away, Dylan caught it.
He pressed her hand to his chest.
Christina could feel it—his heartbeat, steady and strong, like it was about to leap out of his chest.
The heat of his touch warmed her entire arm. His heartbeat was even warmer—it wrapped around her, steady and constant, like a promise.
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