Jackson was unusually serious, with snowflakes covering his hair and shoulders, as if he had been waiting in the snow for quite a while.The bright red roses in his arms were dusted with white snow, creating a stunning contrast that filled the air with a subtle fragrance.Holding the enormous bouquet close, Jackson, towering over others, seemed to struggle a bit with the weight. He knelt in the snow, looking up at her: “Emily, give me a chance to take care of you for the rest of your life. You can evaluate me for as long as you want. If you have any concerns, you can end our relationship at any time and we can go back to being friends, or even strangers. I won’t complain.”The sudden seriousness from someone usually playful left Miranda at a loss.“Jackson, stop joking around, get up…”“Promise me,” Jackson insisted. “I’ve nearly ordered all the roses in London for you. At least give me some reaction?”Onlookers pulled out their phones to capture the moment, chanting in English, “Marr
Jackson didn’t put her down; he carried her while buying two hot dogs, handing one to her and, after a moment of thought, handing her the other too.“You’re giving me both? Aren’t you going to eat?” Miranda asked hesitantly.“Of course I’ll eat,” Jackson chuckled. “But as the driver, I have to ensure your safety. My hands are full, so you can feed me.”“You’re just being cheeky,” Miranda mumbled.“What was that?”“Nothing,” she said, holding the hot dog up for him to take a bite. He obliged but yelped, “It’s too hot! It’s burning me!”“It just came out of the oven and fryer; of course it’s hot! You must be starving to take such a big bite,” Miranda teased.Jackson, feeling embarrassed, replied, “I’m not starving, but this is the first time you’re feeding me. I have to eat more to enjoy your empress grace.”“That’s grammatically incorrect. An empress can’t have a ‘grace’ like that,” she pointed out.“So what, ‘mother’s grace’? That doesn’t fit either. Whatever, language is for express
Everyone assured him it was no problem.Miranda chimed in, “I just arrived, too.”Adam gave her a teasing look, smirking as he rubbed his chin, “So, did you have a romantic night with your boyfriend?”Her face flushed instantly.“No, not at all! He has his own place; I stayed at the company dorm last night,” she hurriedly denied.“Haha, why are you explaining? I never said you lived together!” Adam winked. “I saw those roses and his love confession in the snow; so romantic!”Miranda could only laugh awkwardly.“Oh, it really sounds dreamy. Now I’m even nostalgic about my first love,” he sighed as he settled into his chair. “Too bad that’s impossible for me now.”“Why is it impossible? Did she marry someone else?” Miranda asked.“No, she passed away,” Adam said, his tone turning somber. “Let’s not dwell on sad topics. The reason I gathered you all is to discuss something important—the board has decided to enter the North America market.”Miranda and her colleagues exchanged puzzled gla
When Emily walked back into the office, she found a circle of curious colleagues gathered around Amy’s desk.Amy was animatedly recounting Jackson's "difficult rise to be a boyfriend," and everyone was hanging on her every word. Upon seeing Emily return, the group erupted with excitement, instantly closing in around her.“Miranda, can we have a party at your boyfriend's place this weekend? I heard he’s really handsome!” one colleague exclaimed.“I’m kind of obsessed with American guys right now—he’s just so good-looking!” another chimed in.“I want to find an American boyfriend too, someone who’ll shower me with roses and carry me around on his shoulders!”Emily shot Amy a glare, knowing she had gotten a bit carried away. After all, her boss didn’t like to be in the spotlight. But she was just so happy! Jackson had been by Miranda’s side for so long, and now they finally seemed to be making it work.But in her excitement, Amy had said too much, and it was hard to reel it back in.Mira
Jackson quickly relaxed. “But if we’re going to spend the rest of our lives in the UK, we need to adapt to the local customs,” he said. “And boots are definitely a must! My grandmother always said, ‘Girls shouldn’t let their feet get cold; it’ll cause problems later on.’”Emily raised an eyebrow. “Your grandmother actually told you that?”“Yeah, she’s been worrying about her two grandsons, both single and in their thirties. Now that I’m in the UK, she’s focused on my brother instead. I just hope he gets things sorted with Olivia soon; if he puts his mind to it, it should be a piece of cake.”“They’ve been dragging their feet for a while, huh?”“Yep,” Jackson replied, a hint of discomfort on his face. “Olivia mentioned she wouldn’t even consider marriage for three years after… well, after you know what happened. My brother’s just stuck waiting. It’s pitiful; he’s thirty-five and still single. If he gets married now, it’ll be years before he even becomes a dad. By the time his kid is of
"Madam, please don't be too discouraged. Your situation is not too serious. The ability to conceive is closely related to one's emotional state. Please keep a positive attitude and cooperate with the treatment. I believe you will have a healthy baby."It was the hottest season in LA, but Emily Carter, just out of the hospital, felt like she was enveloped in a chill as if a cold breeze had swept over her, causing her body to uncontrollably shiver.Her Mother-in-law, Carol, stood at the hospital entrance, grabbed Emily's hand as soon as she saw her, and snatched the health report from her, murmuring incessantly, "Let me see. How can someone be married for so many years without having a child?"Emily instinctively tried to snatch the report back.But Carol pushed her away, disregarding Emily's pale face, and opened the report right there on the street.Emily staggered back, almost falling. The recent stress had taken a toll on her, and she realized that she hadn't drunk water for a long
An hour later, Emily returned to the Reed family's villa.As soon as she entered, Emily saw Carol peeling an apple for Sophia.Nathan, on the other hand, sat by, his gaze fixed on Sophia's slightly swollen belly. His face bore a tenderness she had never seen before.They appeared to be a harmonious family.Emily pushed the door open and Carol's smile faded. "I thought you had left... Sophia, don't mind her, have an apple."Sophia looked uneasy as she tried to stand, clutching her waist.Nathan squeezed her hand. "Sit down, don't worry about anything else."Nathan stood up, his imposing figure dominating the room. "Emily, let's talk."Upstairs was her and Nathan's bedroom.Unfortunately, in the four years since, Nathan's visits home could be counted on one hand, mostly confined to the study.Entering the room, he approached the bed, lit a cigar, his voice icy. "Speak, what are your conditions?"Emily was puzzled. "What?""How much money will it take for you to agree to a divorce?" Nath
Nathan immediately dialed for an ambulance.The sound of the ambulance echoed downstairs. Each sound seemed to pierce Emily's ears.Nathan carried Sophia into the car, rushing down the stairs without looking back at Emily even once.Carol stood at the door, hands on hips, chest heaving with anger. She instructed the maid to throw all of Emily's belongings out and then pushed her out of the gate."You wretched woman, how dare you attempt to murder the future heir of our Reed family. Get out, don't ever stay in our house again!"With a loud bang, the villa's gate slowly closed before Emily's eyes.Emily looked at the scattered clothes on the ground, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails almost pierced into her flesh.In truth, she didn't have much belongings. When she married Nathan, besides some basic necessities, she brought nothing else into this villa except for a pair of earrings left by her mother and some basic living supplies. The earrings were her mother's legacy, which