Chapter 307: Let Me Be Your Family, Let Me Take Care of You

Chapter 307: Let Me Be Your Family, Let Me Take Care of You

On the platform in the center of the lake stood a huge glass house.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, golden sunlight bathed the glass house, casting a radiant, mesmerizing glow.

With every stroke of the oars, the glass house loomed larger and more distinct in the distance.
There was something inside the house, but she couldn't see it clearly yet.

Their small boat docked on one side.

York was the first to step ashore, extending his hand to help her.

Amelia accepted his hand and climbed up onto the dock.

"Amelia, close your eyes," York said with a smile.

Amelia nodded and closed her eyes.

He never let go of her hand.
Leading her forward.

After a while, his voice came: "Stop here."

The soft click of a door opening broke the silence.

York led her inside.

"You can open your eyes now," York's voice said.

As York's voice fell, Amelia slowly opened her eyes.

At the sound of his words, Amelia slowly opened her eyes, the world coming into focus.

They were now inside the huge glass house they had just seen.

At this moment, the house overflowed with fresh, fragrant flowers.

Roses, lilies, bellflowers...

An endless array of blooms, each more vibrant and stunning than the last

In the distance was the sky turned red by the setting sun. The glass house was set against an endless lake, its surface sparkling with ripples in the gentle breeze.

The riot of color from the flowers was reflected in the glass, making the entire scene breathtakingly beautiful.
And in the middle of all these flowers, there was a stand.

Amelia slowly walked closer.

Then she saw it—this was York's latest painting, of her.

The portrait captured her on stage, blue butterflies fashioned from flames swirling around her, ethereal wings sprouting from her back as her long hair streamed behind her.
Amelia's lips parted slightly as she reached out and gently touched the painting.

Other paintings slowly rose up beside it.

Her on their dates, her being stubborn... her crying.

In his paintings, she was always beautiful, even her tears didn't look messy.

He could always remember her most beautiful moments. His eyes had never left her.

Then, illuminated by a kaleidoscope of colored lights, words appeared in the center of the glass house: “Amelia, will you marry me?”

The light was dazzling.

Like a magical portal suspended in the heart of the flower house.

Amelia reached out and touched those lights.

And at the same time, the person beside her got down on one knee.

Startled, Amelia looked down to see York kneeling, a ring box in his hand and hope shining in his eyes.

A breeze blew past, making all the flowers in the room sway gently, and ruffling the hair on his forehead.

And in his eyes, there was only her.

His dark eyes were full of deep affection.

“Amelia, let’s get married. Will you marry me?” York’s voice was low and earnest.

In the warm glow of twilight, the diamond ring sparkled with dazzling brilliance.

"Amelia, I love you."

“Let me cherish you,” he whispered, his words sending ripples through her heart. “Let me be the family you’ve always longed for, will you?”

Amelia's nose tingled.

She felt the urge to cry.

She gazed at him through a sheen of tears.

"York," Amelia spoke.

"I'm here," he answered, just like he had answered on all those nights full of surprises.

She gazed at him through a sheen of tears.

Her last marriage had nearly killed her.

She hadn't planned to enter another marriage so soon.

Sometimes, she thought love alone—simply being together—was enough, without the bonds of marriage.

Liking each other, without needing the constraints of marriage.

But when he actually knelt before her and proposed, she changed her mind.

He said, let him be her family.

And all she wanted in this life was a family.

Even though she had been moved countless times, her heart was still touched.

The gentle wind carried her tears down her cheeks, unable to be held back any longer.

The gentle wind carried her tears down her cheeks, unable to be held back any longer.

His eyes were full of tenderness.

"I say yes," Amelia said softly.

Locking eyes with York, her voice rang clear and true: “Let’s get married.”

York’s own eyes glistened with emotion.
He didn't stand up immediately, but stayed kneeling on one knee. He took out the ring and put it on her finger.

Cradling her face in his hands, he looked at her as though she was the most precious thing in the world.

"Amelia," his voice was soft.

"What is it?" Amelia responded.

"I love you," he said with utmost sincerity.

Amelia’s smile shone through her tears as she nodded, whispering, “I know.”
After a slight pause, she said: "I love you too."

She applied a little pressure with her hand, and he stood up, then hugged her tightly.

All the flowers in the room seemed to be cheering and celebrating for them.

Butterflies from somewhere flew around, as if they too were moved by their love.

Amelia's eyes were very red.

In her last marriage, there had been no proposal ceremony, no carefully prepared ring.

William had just bought a pair of matching rings at a jewelry store, put one on her finger, and that was considered her acceptance.

This time, York had made up for all of it.

Then came the sound of applause.

Amelia looked over York's shoulder and saw other people arriving.

Mia walked in front, tears in her eyes, clapping hard until her palms turned red.

So Mia had known about York's proposal plan all along. When she had taken Amelia to the koi pond earlier to ask her, it was for final confirmation.

Next to Mia was Dash, his eyes moist but also clapping, his eyes showing not reluctance but acceptance and hope.

Nearby were also Jeffrey, Alvin, Hawk, Soren, Otis, Xyla, and others.

Even Briar was brought over by Persephone, and even Whiskers wasn't left behind, also carried over.

All witnessing this moment together.

"Amelia! York!"

Briar called out, then ran over.

York let go of Amelia and watched as she crouched down and pulled Briar into her arms, his eyes full of joy.

Outside the flower house, flower petal cannons kept going off.

Petals flew with each blast, scattering in the lake breeze.

Falling like rain, they finally landed on the lake surface.

Amelia stood up, holding Briar's hand, and looked at York beside her.

He looked at her too, cupping her face and kissing her lips gently.

In this moment, happiness overflowed.

Above the flower house and lake, light shone with the words "Amelia, will you marry me?"

York let go of Amelia.

She felt a bit shy.

Her gaze shifted.

She saw Beatrix standing at the back of the crowd.

That was Amelia's biological mother.

Her mom.

Beatrix looked at Amelia, tears in her eyes.

In this moment, the barrier between them seemed to melt away quite a bit.

Perhaps, seeing them at this moment, Beatrix was remembering herself and Jasper from back then.