Chapter 170 Proposing to Her
"The world was a blanket of white, making the man's silhouette stand out. His eyes were calm and serene, with a hint of deep affection in his cool brows. Sebastian looked up at Joyce, his voice gentle. ""Joyce, before I met you, I never thought about marriage. I saw it as a burden, a constraint. I didn't believe marriage could bring happiness.
But you changed that for me. You made me want someone for the first time. I want you by my side, to share all the beautiful dreams of the future with you.
Joyce, will you marry me?""
Tears welled up in Joyce's eyes. She looked at the man who was usually cold and aloof, now kneeling before her like a devout believer, his eyes full of deep affection, waiting for her answer.
This was the moment she had dreamed of for three years, and now it was happening right in front of her.
She wanted to reach out and put on that pink diamond ring, to say ""I do"" immediately. But thinking about her own situation, she hesitated. She slowly squatted down, gently brushing the snowflakes off Sebastian's head with her cold fingers.
She kissed his face, her voice filled with pain. ""Sebastian, can you wait a while for my answer?""
Sebastian's eyes were intense, his jawline tight. He grabbed Joyce's waist, pulling her into his arms. ""Are you waiting to confirm you're pregnant before you agree?""
Tears streamed down Joyce's face, her eyes filled with helplessness and sorrow.
Sebastian cupped her cheeks with his cold hands, his voice hoarse. ""I traveled over twenty hours to surprise you, and this is the answer I get?""
""Sebastian, I'm sorry."" Joyce's tears fell onto Sebastian's hand, her grief and helplessness burning his heart.
Without another word, he pressed her into the snow, his cold lips capturing hers in a hot, frenzied kiss that consumed all of Joyce's breath, making her gradually succumb in the icy world.
They didn't know how long they kissed or how many times they rolled in the snow. It wasn't until Joyce let out a soft moan that Sebastian slowly let her go. His eyes, glistening with moisture, stared at Joyce. ""Do you want me?""
Joyce, weak from his teasing, nodded.
Sebastian's grip tightened, his voice seductive. ""Promise me, and I'll satisfy you, okay?""
Driven to the brink of madness, Joyce gasped. ""Okay.""
Hearing this, Sebastian finally let her go. He took out a wet wipe and casually cleaned his fingers in front of Joyce.
Looking at his long, slender hands, Joyce's body trembled. It was these hands that made her lose her mind, that made her foolishly agree to Sebastian.
Before she could recover, she felt a sudden chill on her fingertip. The pink diamond ring was on her ring finger.
The diamond against the white snow was dazzling, almost painful to Joyce's eyes. Her heart was a mix of emotions she couldn't quite express.
Sebastian bit her cold earlobe, his hoarse voice cutting through the chill. ""From now on, you're mine. If you try to run, I'll break your legs.""
He then stood up and scooped Joyce into his arms, his face lit with joy. He kissed her and said, ""It's too cold out here. Let's go inside, and I'll make you happy, okay?""
His voice was hoarse, with a mischievous edge, like a seductive demon.
Joyce's cheeks burned, and she couldn't speak as she nestled in his arms. The crunch of Sebastian's leather shoes in the snow echoed around them.
The heavy snow kept falling, and the biting wind stung her face. But inside, she felt a warm, sweet current melting the cold.
Sebastian placed Joyce on the bed and took off her down jacket. He pinched her cold cheeks. ""Get under the covers and wait for me. I'm going to take a shower.""
Joyce obediently got into bed and covered herself with the blanket.
Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Sebastian walked out in a black silk robe, the belt loosely tied, revealing his muscular chest. His wet hair was pushed back, showing off his sharp features. He had a lazy yet powerful allure.
Joyce was mesmerized, her breathing erratic. Her small hands clenched under the blanket.
Sebastian walked over, kissed her forehead, and smiled. ""Already hooked? There's more to come.""
Joyce's face heated up, and she buried her face in the blanket. But Sebastian pulled her out.
He bit her neck and whispered, ""Help me dry my hair.""
Joyce grabbed the hairdryer from the drawer, plugged it in, and straddled Sebastian's lap, her fingers running through his hair.
As she focused on drying his hair, Sebastian's hand slipped into her nightgown, pinching her waist.
Joyce let out a muffled groan, her spine trembling. ""Just a few more minutes, and I'll be done.""
Sebastian's lips curled into a smile. ""You do your thing, and I'll do mine. We won't interfere with each other.""
'How could he say something so bold with a straight face?' Joyce thought, increasing the wind speed to dry his hair faster.
But Sebastian grew more restless. Soon, the sound of the hairdryer was replaced by Joyce's soft gasps.
Outside, the world was a snowy wonderland. Inside, it was a scene of passionate madness.
When Joyce woke up the next day, it was already past three in the afternoon. The scenes from last night replayed in her mind, causing ripples in her heart.
The man she had loved for seven years had proposed. He wanted to share all the beautiful moments of the future with her.
A smile appeared on Joyce's lips. At that moment, the door opened, and Sebastian walked to the bedside, kissing her lips.
His voice was hoarse and seductive. ""Darling, wake up. Let's go get our marriage certificate."""
