Love Drug (Summer and Fraser) novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385 A Proposal Lit in Neon

Summer’s assistant replied quickly with a “Got it.”

Now that everything was settled, Summer leaned back in the passenger seat and stopped worrying.

The setting sun cast a golden glow as the car drove steadily down the main road, then turned onto a side street. Summer watched the scenery–reflections of plane trees lining the sidewalk- and suddenly felt something was off.

This road… isn’t this the way to Summer Hotel?

Just as the thought struck her, the cityscape outside the window transformed in an instant, as if by Imagic. The once–ordinary high–rises lit up in a flash of color and neon.

Across the towering buildings, bright letters sparkled.

“Marry me, Summer!”

The words looked straight out of a drama–so dazzling, so surreal. Yet the car didn’t speed up or slow down; it kept gliding forward with calm steadiness.

Inside, Summer stared out the window in disbelief, watching those glowing words flicker again and again.

Every time she saw her name-“Summer“-her heart trembled.

Is this for me? But she could only think of one man capable of pulling off something like this- Fraser.

Her voice was shaky. “Yvette, I…”

Yvette smiled from the driver’s seat. “Summer, we’re here.”

The car stopped at the entrance of Summer Hotel.

The entire front of the hotel had been transformed into a sea of flowers–roses, peonies, and climbing vines overflowing like waves.

And that wasn’t all. The neon lights across the building shone even brighter.

From the rooftop down, enormous letters cascaded like a waterfall, “Marry Me!“, lighting up the evening skyline of Havenbrook.

The sight was so grand, crowds had gathered outside, drawn by the spectacle. People were gasping, taking photos, trying to capture every second on their phones.

Security guards stood around the hotel perimeter, keeping things in order.

Not far away, Fraser stood tall and poised.

He wore a white suit–something he had never worn before. In his hands, he held a bouquet of soft lavender. The muted purple flowers complemented the crisp white of his suit, making him look impossibly noble, like someone untouchable..

When he saw Summer appear, he began walking toward her, each step steady, elegant, deliberate.

Then, above him in the sky, dozens of drones took formation, shifting in perfect unison to create a massive heart. Inside it, her name-“Summer“-sparkled in midair,

The crowd erupted in gasps and cheers.

“Oh my. this is so romantic! Who is this guy? Must be filthy rich–lighting up the whole city just to propose!”

“Yeah, I drove all the way from the edge of Havenbrook just now. The lights started back there–it all led here.”

“Must be the owner of Summer Hotel. You know what this hotel means? I heard it was built just for the woman he’s proposing to today.”

“Then the girl must be that one over there–she’s gorgeous.”

“No no, did

you see the guy? He looks like he walked straight out of a fairy tale.”

The noise and chatter swallowed everything.

And that’s when Summer realized this was the “big life event” Yvette had mentioned.

Fraser was proposing to her.

For the first time, Summer’s palms broke out in a nervous sweat. Her blood seemed to boil, surging with heat.

She started to panic. It’s my first proposal. I have no idea what to do. What do people even do in this

situation?

She looked down at herself–today of all days, she’d worn a loose, dark blue dress.

She hadn’t even done her makeup properly.

Fraser stopped in front of her, eyes black as obsidian, gaze filled with surging affection–for the woman standing right in front of him.

He’d always been a low–key man. The Graham Group got countless interview requests every year, and he rarely accepted any.

In his mind, a proposal was supposed to happen in some spontaneous moment–he’d just look at her and say, “Marry me?”