Chapter 1820: Will You Marry Me

The courtyard, filled with the fragrance of roses, had Nathan Mills standing in a suit, his hands clasped behind his back holding a small square box, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, smiling at the car.

At that moment, his feelings were akin to the youthful anticipation and nervousness he had felt when first stepping into the palace of marriage, with a bit of helplessness.

Everyone around him also felt happy for him, each showing joyful smiles.

"Mom, they’re here." Julian Hawthorne spoke softly, feeling it was meaningful to witness a special proposal.

Lana Montgomery, dressed in a cheongsam, was slightly hunched over, holding a rose in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other, raising her eyes to look at the car.

Memories flooded her mind like tidewater, and she smiled and said, "Twenty years ago, it was me accompanying Carlotta in this courtyard waiting, while Old Mills was late due to some matter."

"Late on such an important day, was Auntie Sterling angry?"

"Guess."

"Probably angry, right? Even if she said nothing, she must have been unhappy inside." Julian Hawthorne understood well how intricate a woman’s thoughts could be.

Listening to her son’s analysis, Lana Montgomery stood up, wrapping the roses in her hand and saying, "Yes, Carlotta’s temper didn’t say anything back then, greeted with a smile to complete all the wedding ceremonies, and later I found out, on the wedding night she locked Old Mills out of the room."

Looking back now, everyone finds that behavior a bit childish.

Under everyone’s expectant gaze, the car drove toward them.

The car window opened, and Carlotta Sterling smelled the rose fragrance, gazing steadily into the courtyard, witnessing a large expanse of Damascus roses mingling with Bourbon roses blooming vigorously, swaying with the breeze.

The colors of the flowers faded from deep to light, each cluster beautiful like a painting.

The fragrance grew increasingly rich.

The villa was nearing, and Trevor’s car slowed down, making Carlotta realize it was Old Mills’ home, she experienced a moment of daze as she eyed the building.

In this vast courtyard, full of her favorite roses, seven or eight noble varieties, blooming proudly. She was shocked, yet also deeply impressed.

As the car decelerated and hadn’t fully stopped, Janelle looped her arm through Carlotta’s, her eyes of happiness glanced at Carlotta’s profile, witnessing her awe and delight, and also a slight girlish shyness.

Because at that moment, Carlotta saw the man in a suit standing amidst the rose bushes.

Spring sunshine poured down, for just a moment, she seemed to glimpse the shadow of his younger self.

Dashing and extraordinarily handsome.

Trevor’s car drove into the courtyard, just as it stopped, Nathan Mills stepped forward and opened the car door for Carlotta, bending gentlemanly and extending a hand, "Welcome, Carlotta, to the courtyard!"

Carlotta not only saw him, but behind him, not far away, she saw smiling company executives, her old classmates whom hadn’t been seen in a decade or two.

Her best friend Lana and his gentlemanly son.

Carlotta felt an increase in joy in her heart, quickly returning to her senses and gently placed her hand in Old Mills’ as she stepped out, under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Janelle was also particularly excited, seeing how handsome Old Mills was today!

She was grateful to witness this moment, having missed the last one.

Janelle and Trevor also got out of the car, and as soon as they closed the door, a warm breeze carrying the scent of flowers blew over, Nathan Mills knelt on one knee in front of Carlotta, holding her hand, raised his eyes and asked, "Carlotta, will you marry me?"

Inquiring before so many people, Nathan Mills didn’t feel embarrassed, he opened the small square box in his hand, "Marry me!" A shimmering ring was exposed to the air, visible in everyone’s sight.