Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 245 Inexpressible Deep Love [2]

That night, he stood amidst the airport crowd, holding a bouquet of flowers, watching the constant reunion scenes unfolding at the airport. A smile unconsciously crept up at the corners of his mouth.

He lowered his head to catch a whiff of the faint floral scent and smiled gently. Roses, sweet and fragrant, just like her—charming and sweet, graceful and elegant.

Finally, after waiting for nearly an hour, he saw her walking out with her suitcase. He quickly concealed his emotions, stepped forward, and with a slight smile, presented her with the carefully selected roses, saying softly, "Welcome back, Daisy."

She accepted the flowers, her face showing a hint of happiness, followed by sadness. Then she smiled politely at him and said, "Thank you, Second Brother."

The car ride from the airport to the Grant family villa takes over an hour. Midway, suddenly, the sky flickered with light.

"It’s fireworks." She exclaimed excitedly like a child.

Out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at her. Perhaps she hadn’t seen fireworks in the five years she spent abroad. Her smile was extremely joyful.

That smile seemed like it came from another lifetime, yet it remained as beautiful as ever.

For her happiness, to capture her radiant smile at this moment, he opened the sunroof.

With a crisp "bang," the entire sky above the city was illuminated by fireworks. The grand explosions bloomed like giant umbrella flowers in the night sky, like clusters of dazzling lamps shining in the dark; like blooms scattering golden dust. The fireworks unfurled in chains, eventually sliding across the night sky like countless shooting stars, reluctant to leave.

"Though vibrant and beautiful, fireworks are ephemeral, vanishing in an instant, just like a fleeting bloom," he mused while watching them. He caught sight of her raising her eyes to the sky, peaceful and picturesque.

As he was lost in thought, she suddenly asked him if there was someone he liked.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded, saying, "Yes, but it ended before it began."

His love, without a beginning or an end.

Because the person he loved was her. And she—was someone he could never have.

The words "future sister-in-law" became an unbridgeable chasm for him.

The car ride from the airport to the Grant family villa takes over an hour. Upon arrival, he stopped the car.

Perhaps too tired, Daisy really fell asleep.

He didn’t turn off the car’s air conditioning, fearing she might catch a cold, nor did he rush to wake her.

He unfastened his seatbelt and slowly leaned towards her. Her sleeping form was serene and lovely, with her black hair resting on her shoulders, her delicate lips slightly parted, and her thick eyelashes curled gently like the silhouette of little fans.

He reached out, wanting to touch her delicate, fair face, but feared waking her. His hand suspended in the air as he inhaled the familiar, enchanting fragrance in the air, tinged with sweetness.

"Knock, knock, knock" someone tapped on his car window.

He came back to his senses, quickly withdrew his hand, and rolled down the window.

"Master Dawn." It was a servant from the Grant family.

"Shh!" Dawn brought his slender index finger to his lips, signaling her to stay quiet. Then he glanced at Daisy, saw that she was still fast asleep, and sighed in relief.

The servant understood and stood silently beside the car, waiting.

Everyone knew Daisy had trouble falling asleep easily; it was always a struggle for her. It was a pleasant surprise that she could sleep so peacefully today.

He closed the window, once again leaned towards her, carefully reclining the passenger seat so she could lie down more comfortably.

Seeing that she still held onto the bouquet he had given her, he gently stroked the deep red petals, his eyes softening...

He got out of the car, took one last look at the still sweetly sleeping Daisy, quietly closed the car door, nodded to the servant, and walked away into the night.