Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 501 - 499 A Grand Proposal, Wishing You Like the Rose (2 more updates)

Chapter 501: 499 A Grand Proposal, Wishing You Like the Rose (2 more updates)

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands covered Cressida’s eyes.

"Is there a power outage?"

"Maybe."

"Doesn’t this villa area have a backup power supply? How could there be a sudden blackout?"

Cressida followed him, and when she felt a small breeze on her face, she smelled the fragrance of soil and plants and asked, "Did you take me outside?"

In the next moment,

the hands covering her eyes moved away, revealing a path filled with starlight extending from the villa entrance, covered in flowers. Her breathing became slightly labored. In an instant, with a loud bang—

fireworks exploded in the night sky.

Rose-red color,

like flowers blooming in the night sky.

Soon, even more magnificent fireworks, resembling colorful willow trees, silver fountains, and blazing trees, lit up brilliantly for over ten minutes.

When the final fireworks illuminated the entire night sky, Tim Payne knelt before her.

"Cressida..."

"Will you marry me?"

He had specially crafted a diamond ring in the shape of a rose, with each delicate petal adorned with diamonds, showcasing a large diamond in the center.

Because in his heart:

She was that one-of-a-kind rose.

Upon seeing the fireworks, Cressida had some guesses, but at that moment, she was still moved. She slowly extended her hand and said softly under the grand fireworks, "I will."

The fireworks were specially arranged by Tim, lasting nearly half an hour.

Someone recorded the fireworks display and posted the video online, revealing that Tim had made special arrangements for it.

Lasting half an hour, the fireworks alone cost millions.

That night,

Payne Corps’ official blog announced a ring named "Rose Admiration. Deep Love."

With Tim’s personal signature.

The note read—

Gift for the beloved Miss Jones.

Wishing she is like a rose, soft yet hiding thorns.

Free and passionate,

Blooming bright and splendid.

[Whoa, Junior President Payne is professing his love openly, I’m moved!]

[It must be a proposal, this ring is so beautiful, wonder if Payne Corps will release a similar one or if it’s a limited edition.]

[Seems like Junior President Payne really loves her deeply.]

...

The proposal was secretly planned by Tim, who initially considered using flowers and balloons but found it unoriginal. Assistant Law suggested various ideas like camping proposals, starlight proposals, or even proposing on a snow mountain.

Tim was speechless, "A snow mountain? I’m proposing, not going for survival training!"

"Such a proposal would be unforgettable for a lifetime!"

Assistant Law frowned, "How about proposing at ten thousand meters high on a private plane?"

Tim told him to shut up.

Day after day, he only came up with bad ideas.

"Can you come up with some decent suggestions?" Tim rubbed his temples.

Assistant Law clicked his tongue, "The key is your sincerity. As long as Miss Jones feels your love, even if you propose with a can tab, you can succeed. Ultimately, it’s up to you."

Utter nonsense!

Finally, they decided on fireworks because of the restrictions, which took a long time to apply for.

When Julia heard of her son’s successful proposal, she finally showed a satisfied smile:

This kid,

finally did something proper.

She specifically asked Old Shaw to propose to Cressida’s grandmother. Old Shaw was both envious and jealous, looking at his own useless family member with disdain.

Tim and Cressida got engaged, and the families simply had a meal together.

But the Payne Family gifted quite a lot.

A week after the engagement, Silas’s tax evasion and fraud case went to trial. Cressida attended the hearing that day, with Tim by her side.

When Silas saw them holding hands intimately, he went completely mad.

Not because he treated his elder daughter poorly.

But he once had the chance to become in-laws with the Payne Family. If Junior President Payne had been his son-in-law, he could have dominated Capital City.

When the judge announced the verdict, he was in a daze, recalling last year at the police station, when Tim forced him to sign the divorce agreement and severance declaration.

Suddenly,

he realized he had been deceived!

"Cressida, I’m your father! How could you treat me like this! You’ve been lying to me all along? None of it was real... You can’t do this."

Cressida looked at him coldly, "My mom begged you like this back then."

Silas was stunned.

Thinking of his ex-wife, he instantly burst into tears.

After the trial, Tim accompanied her to pay respects to her deceased mother.

During that time, Cressida dealt with some remaining issues from Silas’s case, feeling low, and soon it was the Shea and Hugh Families’ hundred-day banquet.

Ivy seemed to like her uncle very much. When Tim arrived, he saw Ivy wearing a brand new red outfit, being held obediently in William Hale’s arms.

Michael Shaw, next to them, wanted to hold Ivy.

As soon as he held Ivy, he got a cold shoulder, making Cressida laugh out loud.

"Laugh at me? If you have the guts, try holding her." Michael snorted coldly.

But when Ivy was held by Cressida, she quickly calmed down. Cressida walked a few steps, gently swayed, and the little one even smiled at her.

Michael got angry.

This brat, why didn’t he like him?

"Children are naturally sensitive; maybe Young Master Shaw really has some unlikable traits." Today, Young Master Carter also attended, having worked with Hannah Johnson before, they were familiar with each other.

Michael slammed the table in anger, his emotions stirred, he accidentally knocked over a cup, spilling the tea...

His clothes didn’t get wet, but Young Master Carter’s lower hem and pants were half-soaked.

"Sorry!" Michael hurriedly pulled out tissues to help him wipe, but he dodged quickly as if Michael carried some virus or bacteria.

He shot Michael a deep look, his expression seemingly saying:

Pestilence!

"Every time I see you, nothing good happens." After speaking, he quickly walked to the side lounge.

Michael frowned:

What did I do to him?

That tone suggested it wasn’t the first time something went wrong because of him.

Michael specifically had clean clothes sent over, and Young Master Carter also had someone bring clothes, so when the door was knocked, he casually said, "Come in."

The door wasn’t locked, a twist opened it.

Michael entered and saw his neckline open, revealing cold white skin, a well-shaped clavicle, and a beautiful swan neck. His figure was slender, with wet clothes clinging to his waist...

So slim!

Under the bright light, his skin seemed to glow, he tugged at his pants, exposing a section of his waist.

White and soft.

Nothing like a man’s supposed to be.

"My clothes..." He turned and met Michael’s gaze, instinctively wrapped his clothes tighter, "Why is it you!"

That expression seemed as if Michael was a shameless rogue.

"Your clothes were wet because of me, so I brought you new ones." Michael frowned, "We’re both men, what are you afraid of? I’m not going to do anything untoward to you."

"Then please leave, I need to change." He took a deep breath, as if suppressing something.

Michael put down the clothes and left.

Back in the banquet hall, William Hale sharply observed, "Michael, where did you go?"

"Nowhere."

"Your ears are red."

"I..."

Michael rubbed his ears, saying the banquet hall was too stuffy, feeling a bit hot. When the redness faded, Young Master Carter returned, and the recent scene flashed in Michael’s mind.

At the moment they met eyes,

his ears reddened again.

Young Master Carter felt his limbs go numb.

What does this mean?

Why does Michael’s gaze seem somewhat shy?

William Hale watched quietly, finding their relationship increasingly interesting.