The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 539

"After that, I pursued you, and you rejected me. I tried again, and you rejected me again. You rejected me a lot." A faint smile tugged at the corner of Sebastian's lips. "But you never told me to get the hell out. So I knew I still had a chance."

A soft ripple of laughter echoed through the crowd.

"Tonight, I want to ask you a question." Sebastian's voice dropped to a low, intimate timber as he got down on one knee. He pulled the velvet box from his pocket and opened it. The pink diamond caught the light, sparkling like a fallen star. "Evelyn Sullivan, marry me."

The moment the words left his lips, eight hundred drones ascended from The Seine. They synchronized in the night sky, forming a massive, breathtaking rose with intricately layered petals. Then, the rose scattered, morphing into a brilliant ring. The ring rotated and finally spelled out a sentence in radiant gold lettering—not in French, not in English, but in Chinese.

"Evelyn Sullivan, marry me."

The golden characters shone brighter than The Eiffel Tower itself. All of Paris could see it. All of France could see it. The entire world was watching.

Tears welled up in Evelyn's eyes, refusing to fall. Seeing his anxious, trembling anticipation, she gave a firm nod.

Sebastian's face lit up with a breathtaking smile. He took the ring and gently slid it onto her ring finger. It was a perfect fit. He stood up and pulled her into a fierce, encompassing embrace. Buried against his chest, Evelyn listened to the rapid, thunderous beating of his heart.

Fireworks erupted across the night sky. These weren't standard fireworks; they had been engineered by an Olympic pyrotechnics team. The first burst shaped a rose, the second formed a ring, and the third painted two intertwined hearts. The grand finale ignited the sky with a massive, brilliant heart that lingered among the stars.

The livestream chat was moving too fast to read. It was an endless wall of screaming text. People commented, "I'm sobbing," "I believe in love again," "This is a literal fairy tale," and "Sebastian Thorne, you've ruined romance for every other man on earth."

The BBC anchor's voice cracked. "This has to be the most romantic night in the history of Paris." The French anchor wiped his eyes. "I have covered countless global events, and I have never shed a tear. Tonight, I am crying." Another broadcaster took a shaky breath. "Let us offer our greatest blessings to this couple. May true love always find its way."

The Eiffel Tower's lights blazed back to life in a dazzling sparkle as the orchestra launched into 'Ode to Joy.' The crowd erupted into deafening applause, filled with cheers, whistles, and joyful tears.

Leaning against Sebastian's chest, Evelyn gazed up at the brilliant display. "Sebastian."

"Yeah."

"How much did you spend on all this?"

Sebastian looked down at her. "Not much."

Evelyn chuckled. "Liar. The Eiffel Tower literally went dark for you."

Sebastian grinned. "It did that voluntarily."

Evelyn didn't argue. She buried her face in his chest, soothed by his heartbeat. Above them, the last firework faded into a shower of stardust. Remembering something, she lifted her head.

"Where's the script? How long did you spend memorizing it?"

Sebastian froze. "How did you know about the script?"

"You got up in the middle of the night to recite it. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"