Proposal?
She couldn't help but look carefully into the box, where a bouquet of six roses made of amethyst lay quietly inside, varying in size, exquisite petals shimmering with a purple glow, the bottom lined with black, soft velvet, elegantly color-matched.
Well, on closer inspection, they actually were pretty beautiful.
Benjamin Parker kept babbling on the side, "Ms. Foster, although I don't know who sent you the flowers, I can be certain that this person is definitely a veteran charmer, naturally adept at romance."
Amelia, "..."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because of this," Benjamin Parker said, pointing to the flowers in the box, "There are a total of one thousand eight hundred and eight flowers, among which the three largest ones mean 'I love you.'"
Although she had guessed that he sent her these flowers to express something like his love, after hearing Benjamin Parker's words, she still slightly froze for a moment.
