How much time would this take him? Did he personally select it? For Tom, time was more precious than money. Agnes met Tom’s gaze and nodded vigorously, “I like it very much, very, very much.”
Her heart felt sweet as she looked up at him, her eyes shining like soft starlight. Tom was moved by her smile at that moment; she smiled like flowers blooming in spring, even her eyes seemed to carry the fragrance of flowers. This made his heart, already full of love, unable to restrain itself any longer. He cupped her small face and kissed her directly.
Tom kissed her passionately… Agnes instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself against him, welcoming the kiss with enthusiasm. At this moment, all the emotions suppressed in their hearts seemed to be released.
The kiss was deep and lingering; as they kissed, it felt like the blood in their bodies was boiling. Kissing her deeply, Tom lifted her by the waist and looked at her affectionately as he walked step by step towards the bedroom…
They say love is restraint, but actually, love is the surrender of free will. That night, they completely released themselves and fell into the river of love… Tom loved her deeply; he carefully cherished her, his kisses covering her entire body…
Outside the window, the moonlight was bright.
The next morning.
Agnes slowly woke up in Tom’s arms. He lovingly caressed her face, “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Agnes felt like this was a dream-a dream more beautiful than any novel, story, or comic.
“You were a bit tired today and overslept,” Tom told her. “So I had our photo taken at Stanford University printed as a background. We’ll schedule another time for our wedding photos, okay?”
“Yes.” She indeed felt a bit tired; she didn’t even know how late they had stayed up last night. This feeling of being tired yet happy lingered for a long time.
Then they got up together and went downstairs for breakfast. Seeing the girl’s rosy cheeks made Grandma very happy; she especially hoped to hold a great-grandchild soon.
The day before the engagement.
Agnes went to her aunt’s house nearby. Her cousin Ingrid was making dumplings, smiling sweetly like honey.
“Ingrid, you’re so happy making dumplings?” Agnes sat down to help and occasionally glanced at her. “What? Making them for your sweetheart?”
“Hehe.” Ingrid laughed and was in a great mood. “Agnes, you’re younger than me and getting engaged already. My parents have been nagging me these days.”
“So it’s time for you to find someone too,” Agnes said earnestly. “Don’t set your standards too high; seize the opportunity when you meet someone you like.”
“Why can’t I set high standards?” Ingrid retorted with a smile. “Look at you; I’ve heard you’re marrying well. Your boyfriend’s family is wealthy, right? Owns a company?”
Agnes met her gaze but didn’t know how to respond.
“By the way, Agnes, do you think… in real life, there’s a story where a prince falls in love with Cinderella?” Ingrid couldn’t help but fantasize when she thought of Mr. Fritz’s handsome face.
“There are such stories but not many,” Agnes replied. “Marriage is all about luck; fate is very important.”
“I wish I had your luck,” Ingrid murmured and then her eyes lit up. “Actually, I do have someone I like.”
“Who is it?”
“Our company’s president.”
“…” Agnes was a bit surprised internally; Ingrid’s education and abilities were quite average. How many Cinderella stories turning into princesses are there? The president surely has no shortage of outstanding women around him?
But then again, Agnes thought about herself-she was quite ordinary too yet ended up with Tom.
So yes, matters of love are truly unpredictable.
Agnes asked, “Is your president married?”
“No, he’s single.”
“Which company do you work for?” Agnes helped her make dumplings. “Do you have many opportunities to meet your president?”