Countless small helicopters landed, forming the shape of a heart.
Alexander Kingsley carried Carla Carr off the helicopter, holding her head possessively against his chest as they walked several steps before he finally let go of her.
Landed, the ground felt soft and yielding beneath her feet.
Two seconds later, Carla looked down and realized she was standing in a sea of flowers.
The place had been meticulously arranged beforehand, with an expensive crimson carpet spread out on the ground, covered with flower petals, and in front, there were piles of rose bouquets.
"This..." She couldn't imagine a scene like this, so many helicopters, so many of Alexander Kingsley's personal guards, such an extravagant display was beyond anything she could have imagined, something she dared not dream.
"Come with me~" Alexander grabbed her hand and held it in his palm, leading the woman forward.
