Chapter 694

"Allen, I'm dizzy. Put me down."

Vivian Bennett's laughter was as clear as a silver bell, mingling with Allen's hearty chuckles.

He held her tight, spinning her around.

"Not a chance. I'm so happy every cell in my body is dancing."

He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Having won his beloved's consent, he felt as if he had won the entire world.

Lost in their joy, neither noticed the dark figure standing not far away.

His expression was as indifferent as ever.

But the gaze he directed at Allen held a trace of pity, almost imperceptible.

The Château Royale was nestled in the heart of Provence.

Its exterior was that of a majestic, ancient castle.

The interior continued the castle's mysterious ambiance, with each suite uniquely designed.

Brilliant crystal chandeliers bathed the entire space in a shimmering, colorful light.

The corridors were carpeted in deep green.

The walls were adorned with large oil paintings.

At the end of each long hallway was a floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside stretched endless fields of lavender.

"Vivian, this is the presidential suite I specially prepared for you."

Allen led Vivian to a room on the top floor.

He leaned his tall frame against the doorframe, his gaze gentle as it settled on her.

"I'm right next door. Call me anytime you need anything."

"Thank you, Allen."

Vivian lowered her head.

She looked at the sparkling diamond ring on her finger and spoke softly.

"If you say thank you again, I'll..."

Allen's eyes darkened.

He placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her between the door and himself.

"What will you do?"

Vivian blinked.

Her cheeks were flushed from the wine she'd had at dinner, making her look charming and alluring.

"Just this..."

Allen raised a hand to gently stroke her hair.

His handsome face slowly lowered, gradually nearing her delicate lips.

"Mmm..."

Vivian was about to speak when her lips were gently sealed.

Her body trembled slightly.

She instinctively wanted to push him away.

It had been two years since anyone had kissed her.

The sensation felt too foreign.

But looking at the man's focused eyes and brows before her, she finally lowered her raised hand.

There was no palpitation.

No feverish heat.

Only the gentle touch on her lips.

Allen had always been restrained with her.

After dating for over half a year, even in a place as open as Europe, he had only held her hand.

At most, he had lightly kissed her cheek or forehead.

He had never overstepped.

This was also why she was willing to accept his proposal.

She believed he truly loved her for who she was.

Not like a certain devil, who only knew how to greedily take her body.

At this thought, a sharp pang pierced Vivian's heart.

She didn't understand why, at a time like this, she would think of that person again.

Allen carefully cradled her face in his hands.

He didn't deepen the kiss, only letting their lips brush lightly against each other.

So light.

So tender.

As if handling the world's most precious treasure.

A warmth quietly melted in Vivian's heart.

He cherished her so much.

Gradually, Allen's breathing grew ragged.

The tentative, light kiss slowly transformed into a deeper exploration.

He tentatively traced the outline of her lips with his tongue.

His movements remained gentle, filled with cautious reverence.