Moonlight enveloped the entire city, and the night traffic flowed like water, shuttling through the bustling city.
The pedestrians and vehicles outside were too numerous to count.
The hotel's glass windows clearly had excellent soundproofing; no matter how noisy it was outside, once inside, all that could be heard was the beautiful, slow music.
Even if someone was conversing, they kept their voice very low, so as not to affect others dining nearby.
Matthew Saxon never thought he would propose to Scarlett Yates in such circumstances, in such a manner.
When he withdrew his gaze, he was already prepared, looking at her calmly; his voice was calm too, as he said, word by word, "Scarlett Yates, marry me, let's get married."
Bang!
The cup in Scarlett Yates's hand fell to the ground, making a loud noise.
What did he... just say?
She looked at him in terror and shock, as if he had said something utterly unbelievable.
