After the flower delivery personnel left, Christine Quinn initially wanted to look at the card on the flowers, but unexpectedly, the doorbell at home rang again.

The servant opened the door once more, and who would have thought, it was another florist staff holding a fresh bouquet...

Who was flooding the house with flowers?

After she signed, the florist brought a whole car of flowers, and none of the bouquets had a name.

Ding dong! Ding dong!

While Christine Quinn was puzzled, yet another bouquet arrived.

With the servant arranging the bouquets, Christine Quinn had to personally go open the door.

Because there were too many bouquets, Christine Quinn worked hard to carve a path from the sea of flowers to reach the door.

Christine Quinn opened the door, only to see a huge bunch of flowers covering the person’s face, and only when the visitor moved the bouquet aside did Christine Quinn become stunned.

Standing before her was Skyler Jones, someone she never dreamed she would see.

"Christine... I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have hung up on you..." Skyler Jones set the bouquet down, his face slightly desolate, marked by stubble she had never seen.

Christine Quinn’s eyes were moist, fixed in place.

Skyler Jones took a swift step forward, tightly embracing Christine Quinn, "Forgive me for saying something that hurt you..."

Though her eyes were wet, Christine Quinn didn’t speak but reached out to hold Skyler Jones, "I thought you were mad at me and wouldn’t come looking for me again..."

"How could I ever give you up... You dismissed me."

Christine Quinn tightly hugged Skyler Jones, closing her tearful eyes in sadness, choking up, "You said I had changed, that I was no longer the Christine Quinn you loved..."

Skyler Jones kissed Christine Quinn’s tear-streaked cheek, apologizing sincerely at her ear, "I was just upset for a moment... I know the Christine Quinn I love has never changed, it’s just that too much has happened recently, making us lose our judgment..."

"Do you believe me when I say Jennifer Douglas isn’t a good person?"

"I believe you..." Skyler Jones pulled Christine Quinn away, gently wiping the tears constantly escaping from the corners of her eyes, "Anything you say, I believe..."

Christine Quinn looked at Skyler Jones, seemingly in disbelief, "Really?"

"Of course... It’s my mishandling of Jennifer Douglas affairs that caused you to misunderstand my concern for her. Darling, I swear I have no feelings for Jennifer Douglas..."

"But I said the one-month deadline hasn’t expired yet."

"Can you really bear for us to be apart for so long?"

She laughed through tears, "But don’t send me so many flowers..."

"The woman who has always silently remained by my side and illuminated my dark world, I’ve never sent her a bouquet of flowers. If I could, I would give the whole world to you... Promise me, let’s not separate anymore, okay?" he gently requested.

Christine Quinn bit her lip and leaped into his arms.

Skyler Jones held Christine Quinn tightly.

Christine Quinn suddenly remembered something and pushed him away forcefully, "You say now that you won’t leave me, but you refused to take my call yesterday. Why did you look for me if you didn’t want to answer my phone?"

Despite questioning, deep down she knew, loving someone makes it impossible to genuinely be mad at them, to endure seeing them in pain, or to bear them not loving her.

Skyler Jones heartbrokenly held Christine Quinn’s slightly struggling body, listened to her aggrieved complaints, and gently patted her trembling back from sobs, patiently explaining, "I didn’t refuse your call, my phone ran out of battery..."

"Who’s to say you’re not lying to me now..."

"I swear I’m not lying... You can even ask Ernie, those days I stayed alone in Y City, working overtime every day at the office until very late because I was afraid once I got home I couldn’t control missing you... After talking with you that day, I regretted it deeply, it was the first time I felt such panic, afraid you’d start ignoring me, so that same day I flew from Y City to New York. Not knowing how to please you, I could only buy flowers..."

When he spoke affectionately, Christine Quinn finally calmed down.

"Then don’t ever say again that I’ve changed. It hurts to hear, I thought you stopped loving me..."

"How could I not love you... The only person I have always loved is you."

"Then you must treat me very, very well..."

"Absolutely! Without a doubt! I swear!" Gently wiping her tears, he firmly promised.

"Skyler, loving me will be tough, you really won’t regret it?" Christine Quinn murmured into Skyler Jones’ neck.

"As long as you stay by my side, even if it costs my life, I will enjoy it with immense joy." Skyler Jones vowed passionately.

"I have nothing, neither Becca’s gentleness nor Jennifer Douglas’s generosity, nor am I a debutante lady; you won’t gain anything from me."

"I have you." He softly kissed her brow, "That’s enough."

Having you is enough.

This phrase brought Christine Quinn to tears.

"I’m very domineering, I forbid you from ever speaking for Jennifer Douglas again and can’t mention ’trusting’ her at all."

"Alright, I won’t mention Jennifer Douglas again."

"At your command, my queen." Skyler Jones laughed, pecking Christine Quinn’s lips lightly, finally feeling relief from the gloom of recent days.

"So now... not mad at me anymore?" He gently hugged her slender, delicate body, asking softly.

She shyly snuggled into his arms, "I won’t argue with you anymore..."

Skyler Jones took Christine Quinn back to Y City...

They no longer mentioned Jennifer Douglas, as if all the clouds had passed, and the divide caused by Jennifer Douglas instead advanced their relationship, dispelling Christine Quinn’s slight insecurity towards Skyler Jones.

Now, he returns home right after work every day, personally preparing meals for her and Marie...

The food he cooked defied national boundaries, unique yet astonishingly delectable, making her and Marie cling to him even more.

Of course, he clings to her a lot too, especially when the desire every night can’t be relieved, but he has never complained to her, even to the point where when she can’t bear to see him endure, offering to perform the ritual of love, he restrains himself to the limit, unwilling to burden her physically...

Now life lacks earth-shattering events, but this peaceful, comforting, and warm time is something she has longed for, having someone who loves her and whom she loves spending every day and night together, that’s the feeling of home!

She loves him so much...

Handsome, considerate, steady, gentle, rich... most importantly, he loves her deeply too, how could she not cling to him?