Chapter 373 Successful Proposal
In the bathroom, she didn't know how long they had been dawdling.
Magnus used a clean towel to dry the water off her body, wrapped her in a robe, and carried her horizontally to the big bed.
Juniper's face was so hot it seemed to be steaming, and her voice was a bit hoarse. "Magnus, do you want it?"
Earlier, he had almost kissed her all over but hadn't taken it any further.
He held her, pulled up the blanket, and said, "I'm used to it."
Juniper looked at him, puzzled.
Magnus rubbed her face with his thumb and laughed helplessly, "During those seven years apart, besides masturbating, there was nothing else, so I got used to it. It's not that bad."
Although it was indeed uncomfortable, his self-control was excellent.
Juniper didn't know what to say for a moment.
Magnus looked at her side profile intensely and whispered in her ear, "Or do you want it?"
"If you do, I can..."
Help you.
Before he could finish, Juniper covered his mouth, her watery eyes glaring at him, "I don't!"
Magnus looked at her for a few seconds, then lightly laughed and kissed her hand by his lips, "Okay."
This kind of thing was just for pleasure.
He couldn't really disregard her body.
It was getting late. He turned off the light, and Juniper leaned against him, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat. She suddenly said softly, "Tonight feels like a dream."
Magnus pinched her face with a bit of force.
Juniper felt a slight pain.
He said in a deep voice, "If you can feel pain, it's real."
The midnight of the New Year has passed, and they have already walked through eight long yet fleeting years.
This year, Juniper was twenty-six, and Magnus was thirty-one.
A long, long time had passed.
So long that Juniper was almost asleep in his arms.
She heard Magnus say, "Juniper, let's never be apart again."
Juniper tightened her grip on his hand and responded, "Okay, let's walk through the next eight years together."
At the Mission Hills Villa in Imperial Capital.
After watching the New Year's Eve concert on the TV, Ophelia glanced at her phone.
Magnus had rarely posted on social media.
This post was a direct boast.
It had only one sentence: [Successful proposal.]
There was a picture, and it was obvious whose hand it was.
Juniper's hand was in Magnus's palm, with a luxurious diamond ring estimated to be five carats on her ring finger.
Damn it!
She couldn't help but send Juniper a message.
[What did I say that day? I told you he was going to propose! You didn't believe me! Damn it, his post clearly shows how thrilled he is!]
After sending the message, she went back to Facebook and commented on Magnus's post with an emoji: a smile.
She had just exited when Facebook showed another notification.
It was a mutual friend's comment.
Robert had also commented on that post: [What's there to be proud of? Have you registered the marriage? If not, it doesn't count!]
Ophelia almost laughed out loud.
This guy, such a sharp tongue!
It was already early morning. Judging by the background of the photo, Magnus and Juniper were probably in a hotel bed, either asleep or still making love.
They had no time to deal with these curious people!
Ophelia was about to go to bed when her phone suddenly rang.
It was an unknown number.
She answered without much thought, "Hello, who is this?"
"Ophelia, Happy New Year."
Even though the caller didn't identify himself, Ophelia immediately recognized the voice.
Thomas.
Her heart sank for a moment.
After a few seconds of silence, she pursed her lips and said politely and distantly, "Thank you."
After hanging up, Ophelia sat in the study for a while, feeling inexplicably down.
Even though she had told Juniper she no longer loved Thomas, her emotions were still affected by this call. She remembered a New Year's Eve when she was with Thomas, and a singer she liked was having a concert.
Tickets were hard to come by.
Thomas, who wasn't well-off, had saved up for a long time to buy two tickets from someone else.
Although Ophelia's family wasn't as prominent as Robert's, she was well-off and only cared about going to the concert with Thomas.
It wasn't until much later that she realized Thomas had eaten instant noodles for a long time to buy those tickets.
Perhaps the past was too beautiful, so beautiful that recalling it now felt broken.
Tears suddenly fell.
There was a knock at the study door.
It was Robert. "Not sleeping yet?"
Ophelia wiped her tears, exited the call log, and got up, "Coming."
Robert saw her red eyes and frowned, "Moved to tears by your friend's successful proposal?"
Ophelia went along with it, "Yeah, why, can't I cry? They've been together for eight years, and now they've reunited and made it official. I'm excited!"
It seemed women liked this kind of trivial formalism.
In the master bedroom.
Robert handed her two concert tickets, his tone indifferent. "New Year's gift."
Ophelia glanced at the tickets, a hint of surprise in her eyes, "Donny Dickson's concert tickets? His tickets are hard to get. I tried to buy them a few days ago but couldn't. Did you use connections to get these?"
The seats were excellent.
Robert rolled his eyes. "Do I need to use connections to buy tickets?"
Ophelia's mouth twitched, "Right, someone like you from a wealthy family has your ways."
If he wanted tickets, people eager to curry favor would probably deliver them to him.
Who wouldn't want to get close to Robert?
Except her.
Robert didn't argue, saying indifferently, "Someone gave them to me. I don't like crowds. You can take a friend."
Ophelia pouted, "Last year's New Year's gift was at least a Hermès. This year it's concert tickets from someone else? Mr. Brown, even though we're planning to divorce, we're still married. Isn't this a bit stingy?"
Robert raised his hand to take them back, "If you don't want them, forget it."
Ophelia quickly grabbed the tickets and hid them behind her, "I want them, why not take them for free!"
She had liked Donny's concerts five years ago.
But she hadn't gone since.
This time, it would be a farewell.
The next morning.
As soon as Juniper turned on her phone, messages flooded in.
First, her WhatsApp was bombarded.
She glanced at it; Ophelia had sent her many messages.
[Juniper, I just forwarded you a video on TikTok, go watch it!]
[The pink fireworks Magnus set off for you on New Year's Eve were filmed by someone! It's gone viral!]
Juniper quickly logged into TikTok.
The trending topic was: Pink Fireworks Rain.
Apparently, someone celebrating New Year's outside had seen the fireworks overhead, found them stunning, and recorded the whole thing.
The comments section was buzzing.
[Oh my God! These fireworks must have cost at least a million dollars! The display path is so cool!]
[Curious who Juniper is? Why don't I have this luck?]
[Rich people's way of proposing is just spending money!]
One of the comments was from an employee of the fireworks factory: [These are rotating fireworks designed by our factory! I was involved in making them! I can responsibly tell you, not all of it cost a million dollars, but the message 'Juniper, marry me' alone cost five million dollars!]
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