Remarriage Failed Again Today

Chapter 409: Chapter 409: The Proposal 2

By now, even a fool could see what was about to happen. Annabelle Linton understood, but it all felt a little unreal, and she was slightly nervous.

In her twenty-odd years of life, despite her beauty, no one had ever confessed their feelings to her.

That was because Vivian Yates had spread the rumor that Annabelle was Leona Grant’s fiancée. This not only scared off potential suitors but also made Leona Grant see her as a vain woman, causing him to despise her all the more.

And so, completely inexperienced in romance, she froze.

Aaron Wyatt set down his guitar and walked toward her, holding a large bouquet of roses and wearing a gentle smile.

He approached slowly, his tall frame silhouetted by the lights. It was as if he was treading on air, bringing radiance with him wherever he went, looking impossibly noble.

Annabelle Linton watched him, stunned for a moment. It felt like a commoner meeting the emperor.

In truth, throughout the long time she had known him, she had always sensed that he was different from ordinary people. He often carried the air of a nobleman. freёwebnovel.com

Although she disliked Leona Grant, she had to admit that he really was a picture-perfect man. And Aaron Wyatt had that same aura.

’Is it just my imagination?’

Before she knew it, Aaron Wyatt was standing right in front of her. He offered the flowers to Annabelle Linton, his smile as warm and pleasant as a spring breeze. He said softly, "My dear Annabelle, I’ve come to marry you..."

The combination of a handsome man and such a grand confession sent a wave of excited screams through the moved audience.

Annabelle Linton finally snapped back to reality. She stared at the roses he held out, hesitating for a few seconds before accepting them.

’My dear Annabelle, I’ve come to marry you...’

She couldn’t quite put a name to the feeling those words stirred in her. It was a bittersweet ache, a touch of sadness, and a thrum of excitement all at once.

No one had ever said anything like that to her before.

Without realizing it, tears began to glisten in Annabelle Linton’s eyes.

Aaron Wyatt gazed at her with deep affection, his eyes filled with an overwhelming tenderness. He gently caressed her face and murmured, "Silly girl. I’m here to marry you, so why are you crying?"

At some point, the stage lights had shifted to a warm, yellow glow. Aaron Wyatt stroked her hair. They looked so perfect together—a sight that was like a dagger to someone else’s eyes.

Aaron Wyatt said gently, "I don’t want to wait anymore. And I don’t want to entrust you to anyone else ever again."

"Annabelle, do you know? When you smile, I’m happy for days. But when you cry, I’m heartbroken for years...

"I used to think that loving you just meant making you happy. I thought that as long as you were happy, I could do anything. When you were sad, I’d make you laugh. When you were heartbroken, I’d help you find a new flame. When it rained, I’d walk behind you, holding the umbrella. I believed that as long as you were happy, everything was alright. But sometimes, I’d ask myself if that was really the right thing to do."

"Of course, it wasn’t. It was utterly, ridiculously wrong..."

He gave a bitter smile. "In that kind of relationship, you were never truly happy, and I was never at ease. That’s why I don’t want to wait any longer, and why I can’t bear to hand you over to anyone else."

"You once asked me why I liked you, of all people. I told you that there’s no reason for love, it just is. But how could there be no reason? It’s because you’re Annabelle Linton. I love Annabelle Linton, and I want to be with her forever. And you are the one and only Annabelle Linton in this world. That’s why this man, Aaron Wyatt, fell hopelessly in love with you. Do you understand now?"

Aaron Wyatt gave a small smile and snapped his fingers. Instantly, all the spotlights on stage converged on Annabelle Linton.