On the stage, Skye Brown’s almond-shaped eyes shone with disbelief.
In the car on the way to the premiere, she had once told Norman York that she would have sothing to tell him after the celebration banquet ended.
Skye planned to reveal to him then, the matter of her being pregnant.
If Norman York was willing to accept, she would abort the baby, and together they would form a happy family and bring Molly Lewis back.
But...
Nothing had been put on the table yet, and Norman York suddenly proposed to her in public.
And Skye deeply knew how much courage it took for Norman York to take this step.
He was a young movie star, a top-tier celebrity, even though most fans were rational and loved him dearly, he would still lose so popularity due to this confession, this proposal.
Among Little Pumpkin fans, there were rational fans and girlfriend fans.
They treated Norman York as their own boyfriend, husband, and although Norman York had been single for many years, once he had a steady girlfriend, even a wife.
The female fans might, at worst, stop being fans, or at extre, turn against him.
That’s why Skye felt even more moved...
Moved by Norman York’s true feelings for her, she knew how much he sacrificed, just to stand there.
In the eyes of the public, in front of the television, in the live broadcasting room, in front of the audience of all of Eastonia, he proposed to her.
Tears, wet her eyes.
Even if Skye’s heart had long since died, long since been wounded, riddled with holes, incapable of love.
But at this mont, she was still moved by Norman York’s warmth.
She might not be able to return the sa love to Norman York, but she would do her utmost to make him happy.
"Skye... give a chance. Let hold your hand through The rest of our lives, take care of you, love you in the days to co... will you?"
Norman York knelt on one knee, looking deeply at Skye Brown.
In his pair of pitch-black, glass-like transparent eyes, was undisguised affection.
He liked Skye Brown, liked her very much, very much.
From the very beginning, of being interested, to later observing her during breaks in film shooting.
Every ti he saw Skye Brown, she could bring him a different surprise.
Skye Brown lowered her gaze, her curled eyelashes quivering slightly.
She looked at such a Norman York, feeling his deep affection for her, her soft lips trembled gently—
"...Okay."
A barely perceptible monosyllable murmured from Skye’s throat.
In the next second, she nodded, "Okay, I promise you... Thank you, thank you... Norman York..."
After speaking, tears already flowed from Skye’s already wet almond-shaped eyes.
And after a mont of daze, Norman York suddenly stood up, unable to contain his elation, and hugged Skye’s waist.
He lifted Skye up, holding her in his arms, spinning with excitent on the stage.
At this mont, there was no trace of that cool aloof, movie star deanor who disliked excessive interaction with people.
At this mont, Norman York was full of joy at having Skye Brown.
And below the stage, Dylan Wellington, who almost crushed Lisa Hammond’s hand bones inch by inch, had already let go.
He looked at the stage, at the couple in dark formal attire, swirling joyfully with the red-clad beauty.
In his unfathomable almond-shaped eyes, for the first ti, appeared intense hatred.
That was his Skye, his.
Even if he, Dylan Wellington, didn’t want her, he couldn’t let anyone else have her—
She was rely giving him the cold shoulder, throwing a tantrum out of spite with him.
The one Skye loved was him, she couldn’t live without him, she simply couldn’t agree to another man’s proposal!
No way!
Just as Dylan Wellington released Lisa Hammond’s hand and was about to go on stage to take back that rebellious woman.
A piercing pain suddenly stabbed into the back of his head, shooting through his limbs and bones.
The seemingly composed man from before suddenly broke into a cold sweat—
Even those sexy mischievous thin lips turned pale, losing their color.
"Mr. Wellington, what’s wrong?" Despite the pain making her nearly cry, Lisa Hammond didn’t dare ignore Dylan Wellington at this mont.
Seeing the man who was about to get up to his feet, sit back down on his seat, with a pained expression.
She hastily inquired.
And Dylan Wellington simply closed his eyes tightly, his dark brows furrowed without responding.
His mind now was very chaotic... very chaotic...
Many images he had never seen before, or perhaps only seen in dreams, were flooding chaotically into his mind.
...
[This Chapter exceeded by 300 points, so it’s a bit late by 10 minutes. Taking a break today, updates completed, see you tomorrow night at 6:00~ Parentheses inside the words are not counted for charge, mwah~]
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