Chapter 244 Send Her the most beautiful Flowers
"Yes, there are pajamas, suits, shirts, socks, and more," Abella said, but then she suddenly stopped without finishing her sentence.
"What else?"
"You'll see when you get home."
Seeing a faint blush on Abella's face, Philippe knew what it meant. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Intimate clothing?"
He smirked, "How did you know my size?"
"Philippe!"
"You look so cute when you blush." Philippe caressed her face, filled with affection. He never expected that this little girl had such a shy side. She was truly lovable.
Earlier, he also saw a razor, toothbrush and toothpaste, belt, and other items in the bag, all daily necessities.
"My fiancée really puts her heart into it."
Either don't give anything, or give so many things at once.
"This is my first time giving gifts. If there's anything you don't like, you don't have to use them."
"Even if you give me a leaf, it would be the best thing in the world for me, just..." Philippe glanced down at the bag in his hands, feeling a bit reluctant.
Abella lifted her gaze to look at him, "Just what?"
"I really want to keep these things as mementos."
These were gifts personally selected by Abella, and some of them were even designed and made by her!
He really didn't want to use them!
Abella noticed the reluctance in his eyes. "If you like them, I can give you more later, especially clothes. If you want to keep them, I can design a few more sets for you to cherish."
Philippe couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing, rubbing her cheeks. "But I don't want you to work too hard. When did you have time to prepare all this?"
They hardly had time together during their usual days!
To surprise him, she must have taken a lot of time out.
And he often sent her home late, not knowing any of this.
He now realized that Abella must not have had enough rest during this period!
Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a little heartache.
Mr. Bourbon, please hold Miss Medici in a princess carry," the photographer instructed.
Phillipe followed the instruction, lifting Abella effortlessly into his arms. As they posed among the blooming roses, the photographers skillfully captured their intimate moments. The stunning backdrop of the rose garden illuminated their love, and Abella couldn't help but feel grateful for Phillipe's thoughtfulness.
After taking a series of couple photos, they moved on to the wedding gown shoot. Abella changed into a breathtaking white dress, adorned with intricate details and pearls. As Phillipe looked at her, his eyes filled with adoration.
"You look like a princess," he whispered, gently kissing her forehead.
Abella blushed, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. She never imagined that a simple outing to enjoy the flowers would turn into such a memorable experience. And it was all thanks to Phillipe's careful planning and consideration.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the rose garden, Abella and Phillipe continued to create beautiful memories. They strolled hand in hand, cherishing each other's presence, and knowing that their love story was just beginning to unfold.
"Miss Medici, please lean on Mr. Bourbon's chest, smile, and smile a little more..."
"Mr. Bourbon, hold this camera and pretend to take pictures of Miss Medici. Miss Medici, lower your head and smell the flowers. Yes, that's the pose..."
Abella cooperated with the shoot for an hour, and she was exhausted. There were photography assistants running over to hold umbrellas for her, wipe her sweat, and bring drinks for her.
Suddenly, Abella had a feeling that they were shooting wedding photos.
The secretary had prepared various drinks and delicacies in the nearby glass cabin, waiting for them.
"Let's rest over there for a while." Phillipe held onto Abella's shoulder, gestured for the photography team to step back, and personally held an umbrella for Abella.
"We'll have lunch here." Phillipe said as they walked. "Do you like roses?"
"Are you going to plant another patch of roses for me?"
"If you don't like it, we don't have to."
"The flower field does look beautiful, but let's make it clear, don't bring any more roses into the house."
Last time, she mentioned liking Galsang flowers, and soon after, Phillipe had a large patch of Galsang flowers planted at Moonlake.
"So, you do like them?" Phillipe walked into the glass cabin. The air conditioning was strong inside. Abella drank half a cup of the beverage, and soon someone brought a contract.
Phillipe signed it and handed it to Abella.
"Is there still work to be done today?" Abella was suspicious. She took the contract and realized it was a resale agreement for the rose flower field.
Phillipe actually bought the flower field and gave it to her as a gift!
"You..."
"From now on, this place is yours." Phillipe tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze and tone filled with doting.
The secretary suddenly felt like she shouldn't be here. It was Sunday, and he was already saddened by having to work overtime.
Why, why did they have to flaunt their love in front of him, a single person?
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