He remained calm, so Jane McCain also remained calm.
Following him onto the elevator, the elevator was similarly covered with petals... Upon reaching her floor, the path of petals extended out to her doorstep.
No matter how foolish Jane might have seemed, she understood everything clearly at this moment.
She opened the door and walked inside; the room was pitch black. Allen Rivera turned on the lights—
The table was set with a sumptuous dinner, but unfortunately, it was already cold and inedible; candelabras held congealed wax drips, burnt-out wicks, and the faint scent of fragrance lingering in the air; at the center of the table was a large puddle of water, with a piece of ice melted beyond recognition.
Allen Rivera picked up a ring from the puddle, walked over to Jane McCain.
"Sorry, miscalculations..." Allen took her hand and put the ring on her finger, "Anyway... let's get married. Will you marry me?"
Jane McCain lowered her head, staring dazedly at the ring.
