Chapter 1293 - 676: Extra: Wedding Dress, Not Nun’s Habit? 3_2

Chapter 1293: Chapter 676: Extra: Wedding Dress, Not Nun’s Habit? 3_2

This little woman is really getting sharper and sharper.

Alice Robinson said smugly, "I’m not falling for that... Did you hear what I just said?"

Chester Robinson lunged forward, scooped up Alice’s petite body, and pressed his chin to her forehead. "Trying to play dumb?"

"You’re the one playing dumb..."

He tightened his arm around her waist, coaxing in a low, tempting voice, "Do you want me to go down on one knee and propose to you like those guys on TV?"

"Sure!"

"That’s such a cliché TV drama plot already."

"But I think it’s pretty romantic..."

Alice had no idea she was step by step falling right into someone’s trap.

"I don’t want to... I’m a CEO of a whole conglomerate at least. How embarrassing would it be if someone saw me kneeling?"

"Haha..." Alice laughed freely. "Relax, no one’s going to see..."

"Better not. A man’s knees are worth gold—if I kneel and you still don’t marry me, I might as well just wait honestly."

"Hey, how can you say I’ll refuse without even trying..."

"I’m afraid my proposal will fail, and if someone sees me doing something so undignified, that’s basically losing my wife and my troops at the same time."

Businessmen really do know how to calculate.

"Oh come on, you can at least try..." Knowing full well he couldn’t do it, she deliberately coaxed him. "If someone really sees you kneeling to propose, I’ll say yes and marry you right away, I won’t let you lose face."

Alice thought she was teasing him, completely unaware that Chester was laughing wickedly in his heart at that very moment.

In that second, Chester deliberately put on a troubled look. "You mean that?"

Alice nodded. "Of course. When a little woman like me gives her word, it’s as good as nine tripods—absolutely no lies."

"Then..."

"Mm?"

Right then, Chester clapped his hands.

A staff member suddenly appeared from who-knows-where, walking over with an armful of blazing red roses.

Alice froze for a second.

Chester took the roses from the staffer’s hands and looked at Alice with a smile.

Alice narrowed her eyes, mimicking his crafty expression, and said suspiciously, "You’re not really planning to use such an outdated method to propose to me, are you?"

The next second, Chester was already down on one knee, holding the bouquet of roses.

Alice’s eyes flew wide in disbelief.

Chester pulled out a red velvet box from the bouquet, opened it, and turned the dazzling diamond ring inside to face her.

He gazed at her deeply and said solemnly, "Alice Robinson, I’m seriously proposing to you right now. Will you marry me? Will you become my wife, the wife of Chester Robinson?"

Faced with his tender, affectionate expression, Alice couldn’t help but laugh. "Hey, get up, come on. I was just messing with you. Who still proposes in such an old-fashioned way these days..."

In that very moment, a burst of flashbulbs and spotlights suddenly flared all around them.

Alice squinted, unable to open her eyes under the glare. When her eyes finally adjusted to the light, she realized they were surrounded by a ring of reporters holding cameras.

Alice immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, only now realizing this moment was not a joke at all.

"Chester, this..."

Chester looked at her serious face, his deep affection overflowing. "You just said that if this scene was seen by a lover, you’d immediately nod and marry me. Now there are so many people here to witness it for me—you can’t go back on your word."

"Uh..."

Chester chuckled, stood up, and pulled Alice into his arms.

While Alice was still stunned, the reporters around them had already surged up in front of them.

"Congratulations, Mr. Robinson. Congratulations, Miss Robinson..."

"Congratulations, congratulations..."

The voices of congratulations rang nonstop around them.

Alice’s vision went completely white; she felt like a little white rabbit that had blundered straight into the big bad wolf’s trap and was now just waiting for the wolf to slaughter her.

Right in front of countless reporters, Chester slipped the expensive diamond ring onto the ring finger of Alice’s left hand.

Alice’s lips parted slightly as she watched Chester announce their wedding date to everyone present.

Dressed casually, Alice sat on the sofa in the living room, watching the footage on TV of Chester proposing marriage to her.

She hadn’t expected that what happened just yesterday would already be all over the major news channels today...

Back then she’d been caught off guard and accepted his proposal, and yet on the news she looked completely like someone overwhelmed by the surprise of being cherished...

The footage looked beautiful...

In front of the romantic arc of roses, he went down on one knee, holding the bouquet and the ring, so incredibly romantic...

She admitted that in that moment she’d been stunned stupid, but after sex she was moved.

In front of the whole world, he had created such a surprise for her. Even though he’d been very sly, deliberately tricking her so she couldn’t refuse.

Hugging a pillow, she immersed herself in the romantic "them" on TV.

He had already announced their wedding date to the public. If nothing unexpected happened, in a week she would marry him and become his legitimate wife.

How unbelievable—just the day before yesterday they’d still been fighting.

That’s right...

It was her change of heart that put their relationship back on track.

Yes, the moment he showed up in front of her that night, drenched in the rain, she suddenly figured it out...

Why was she so hung up on whether he loved her or loved Becca more?

If he really had called Becca that night and said those words a hundred times, would she truly believe he now loved her with all his heart?

No...

He would only have been driven by her into a corner where he had no way to refuse.

Why did she have to force him like that? Why did she have to destroy the good days right in front of them? Why did she have to shatter the dream she’d longed for—of marrying him soon?

She didn’t need to figure out his feelings at all... because whether or not his love for her was pure, she could never leave him.

She loved him... loved him so deeply she couldn’t pull herself out.

She couldn’t live without him. Without him, it felt like the sky would collapse, and her whole world would be plunged into darkness.

That night at the banquet, when she stood alone at the hotel entrance, thinking that she and he might separate for good, she was afraid, panicked, full of regret...

She suddenly became terrified that he wouldn’t show up.

She didn’t actually want to break up with him; she’d just been throwing a tantrum. She’d been hoping he would appear in front of her like before and coax her...