Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 612

Sitting proudly on the floating platform was a massive, stunning glass house.

The setting sun cast a golden-orange glow over the structure, reflecting off the panes like shimmering crystal.

As the boat drew closer, the exquisite details of the glass house came into sharp focus.

There was something inside, though she couldn't quite make out what it was from this distance.

The boat bumped gently against the edge of the platform to dock.

Theodore stepped off first, turning immediately to offer his hand.

Emilia took it, letting him guide her safely up onto the wood.

"Emilia, close your eyes," Theodore said softly, a smile evident in his voice.

She nodded and let her eyelids flutter shut.

He kept a firm, gentle hold on her hand.

He led her forward, guiding her every careful step.

A moment later, his voice broke the quiet anticipation. "Stop here."

She heard the distinct click and creak of a door swinging open.

Theodore gently pulled her inside the structure.

"You can open them now," he whispered.

As the words left his lips, Emilia slowly opened her eyes.

For a second, her vision was blurry, but then the breathtaking sight came into sharp, vibrant focus.

They were standing inside the massive glass house she had seen from the water.

The entire space was overflowing with lush, radiant flowers.

Roses, lilies, lisianthus...

Countless varieties bloomed in brilliant hues, competing in their dazzling, vibrant beauty.

Through the glass walls, the sky burned with the fiery reds and oranges of dusk, casting a warm glow over the endless, rippling waters of the lake.

The floral arrangements, illuminated by the fading sunlight reflecting off the glass, looked utterly ethereal.

And right in the center of the vibrant sea of flowers stood an elegant easel.

Emilia took a slow, hesitant step forward.

Then she saw it—Theodore's latest painting. It was her.

It perfectly captured the moment she had stood on the concert stage, amidst the fiery visual effects, wearing the illusion of blue butterfly wings, her long hair blowing wildly in the wind.

In the warm, orange sunlight, the diamond nestled in the box sparkled brilliantly.

"Emilia, I love you."

"Let me take care of you," he said, sending a wave of warmth straight through her heart. "Let me be your family. Will you?"

A heavy lump instantly formed in her throat.

An overwhelming urge to cry washed over her.

She stared down at him, her vision blurring rapidly with unshed tears.

"Theodore," she managed to choke out.

"I'm here," he answered steadily, just as he had on countless other nights when he had surprised and comforted her.

"You know my situation," she whispered, her voice cracking. "My divorce wasn't that long ago."

Her last marriage had nearly destroyed her.

She hadn't planned on rushing into another heavy commitment anytime soon.

Sometimes, she had even thought it would be enough just to date, to simply exist together.

To love each other without the heavy, suffocating expectations of marriage.