'I can't admit it. What if she doesn't like it?'
He pretended to be calm and said tentatively, "It's Ryan who..."
"Oh, that's it. I don't think you will do something like this at all."
Xavier tried his best to hold back his emotions and make himself look calm. "Why won't I do this?"
Arya asked him to put her down. Then she walked to the bed, picked up a flower petal, and sniffed at it. "Roses, how cheesy."
Xavier's calm expression disappeared.
'What did Jacob say?'
"Women like roses. They are beautiful and the language of roses is love."
Meanwhile, Jacob, Ryan and Nanny Joy were hiding in the guest room downstairs.
Jacob was holding a bouquet of roses without petals in his hand.
He was quite proud. He thought that Arya must be moved by what Xavier had done for her.
Ryan noticed Jacob's expression and asked, "Jacob, what are you thinking? Why are you smiling so happily?"
Jacob came back to his senses. "Am I?"
Ryan nodded. "You're smiling."
"I'm waiting for your father to praise me."
However, what Xavier was thinking about was totally different. He thought that he had to get to Jacob later. How terrible his idea was.
Arya felt it cheesy.
Arya caressed the wedding dress on the bed with a smile. She thought Xavier was not good at lying at all.
'How can Ryan get such an expensive wedding dress?'
Xavier pretended to be serious. "Well, Ryan did that. I will ask Nanny Joy to teach him..."
"I like it." Arya looked at Xavier and walked towards him. "It's cheesy, but I like it."
Xavier didn't know how to react. 'Did her attitude change too fast?'
Arya liked how Xavier looked at this moment. He was like a young man in love for the first time in his life. He wanted to make his lover happy, but he didn't know how to do it.
For the first time, Xavier looked flustered. Arya stood on tiptoe and gently kissed his lips.
"Is it fun to tease me?" If Xavier hadn't realized that she had said that on purpose, he must be a fool.
"Hmm?"
Arya shook her head immediately. "No..."
"It's too late!"
Xavier kissed her domineeringly.
"I... won't do it again..."
Xavier became a little gentler. "Well, I'll punish you to try the wedding dress on."
Arya didn't say anything. Xavier bit her lips. "What are you thinking? How can you be distracted? Should I do something else to you?"
Arya's face turned red. "No, I'll wear it."
She was thinking that she was going to marry him, and she would wear a beautiful wedding dress.
Arya was willing to wear it, but she asked Xavier to go out, or she wouldn't wear it.
Xavier had to go out.
The door was closed, and Arya leaned against it and cried.
She just wanted to cry, even though she didn't know why.
After a while, she calmed down and put her wedding dress on.
It was perfectly suited her as if it was tailored for her.
It was said that when a woman put on the wedding dress, she would be looking forward to the future.
However, at this moment, Arya was confused. 'Can I have a happy future?'
She didn't know.
Then she opened the door.
Xavier was standing at the door. When he saw her, his eyes lit up.
Arya was really beautiful, like a princess from a fairy tale.
Xavier reached out, took off her hairband, and her log hair spread down to her shoulders with a few in front of her eyebrows. Xavier reached out and gently help her fix the hair.
Arya looked at him and asked, "Do I look good?"
Xavier looked at her with tenderness and seriousness in his eyes. "You're very beautiful."
Xavier held her hand and led her towards the balcony.
The moonlight shone in the branches, and the leaves sparkled, reflecting those silver lights. The breeze was caressing her. Xavier wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
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