Chapter 1383


    Serena stood frozen, disbelief etching her features as she overheard Romeo''s deration of love to


    Arabe, apanied by aposition he had crafted just for her.


    This was so unlike him!


    “I love you so much I want to shout it from the rooftops, yet I''m scared too many eyes might covet your


    brilliance, fear you might be someone else''s daydream. Be, I love you, and I want you by my


    side every single day."


    The gentle melody of the piano ebbed and flowed with the scent ofvender in the air.


    It was a recording Romeo had made in advance.


    A smile brimmed in Arabe''s eyes. “Didn''t you already write me a song? What made you think of


    crafting another?"


    “When I''m with you, I''m filled with joy, and I just want to capture that feeling,” Romeo murmured,


    leaning down to tenderly stroke her face. "Can you hear what my heart is saying?"


    Nodding, Arabe couldn''t help butugh, "Il can hear it, though it''s a bit showy, isn''t it?"


    "It''s just us here, no tourists,’ Romeo chuckled along. "Maestro Melody, you haven''t given your verdict


    on this Piece yet."


    “It''s not bad,” sheughed.


    "Maestro Melody, what do you decipher from it? A heart-skipping fondness? Or a longing that fills every


    thought?"


    "It''s your love, overflowing."


    Martin, aware that a romantic scene was unfolding inside, tried unsessfully to persuade the security


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    guard at the entrance. Not wanting to force the issue, he turned to Serena, "Shall we find another


    spot?"


    Serena, eyes locked on the distant sight of Romeo and Arabe kissing, remained silent, filled with a


    sense of defeat.


    Determined not to let her down, Martin persisted in negotiating with the guard, suggesting they could


    pay double the price or meet any other request the private party might have, as long as it was within his


    power.


    The guard, moved by his sincerity, reluctantly went to consult the head of security.


    The head of security, unable to make the decision, jogged to the center of the flower field and waited


    for the couple''s tender moment to end before asking, "Boss, there''s a couple from Solterra who want to


    “Let them in’ Arabe said, looking up at her partner, her arms still wrapped around his waist. "Aren''t


    we heading somewhere else shortly anyway?"


    “If my fiancée says so, then that''s what we''ll do, Romeo said, gazing adoringly at Arabe and nting


    a kiss on her forehead. "I''ve also arranged for a hot air balloon."


    "Did you get that idea from browsing online, or did youe up with it yourself?"


    "A bit of both.” Romeo admitted, watching for her reaction. "Is it not romantic enough?"


    As long as it was his doing, Arabe adored it. "As long as it''s from you, I love it"


    The security chief ryed the message, and soon Martin and Serena were allowed entry.


    Martin beamed, “Serena, we finally get to go in."


    Serena watched as Romeo and Arabe ascended in the hot air balloon, her eyes darting to the


    photographers swarming the field, capturing the moment.


    Martin sensed the envy and disappointment in her gaze and softly asked, “Would you like to ride in a


    hot air balloon, or take photos?"


    Serena wanted to roll her eyes. She had no desire to share a hot air balloon or a photo shoot with him.


    She just retorted, “Can''t you think of something original? Why always copy someone else''s ideas!"


    Martin was puzzled by her sudden outburst. In a soothing tone, he asked, "What would you like, then?"


    He was willing to fulfill any wish she had.


    Serena shot him a cold re in response, “What''s the point if I have toe up with it myself? Look at


    her boyfriend — a private event, a specialposition, a heartfelt confession, a hot air balloon ride,


    and even a horde of photographers to capture it all."