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Chapter 1122
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For a moment, Annabel frowned, then simply shrugged it off. She returned to the guest room and worked for a while. Later, she came out with a sketchbook held against her chest, took Rupert’s hand, and pulled him along as she ran into the garden.
When they reached it, Rupert stood beside her, still confused. “What’s going on? Why are we here p>
“Look.” Only then did Annabel hand him the sketchbook.
On the page was a wedding dress design painted in soft gradient hues. Annabel had used a pigment that reacted to sunlight—when the light hit it, the graduated tint became even more pronounced.
Rupert stared at the sketch, stunned by how beautiful it was.
Then, as if a new thought struck her, Annabel’s lips curved into a mysterious smile. Without saying a word, she turned and went back to her room. It took a long time before she returned to the garden.
When Rupert heard her voice again, he turned—and froze.
Annabel was wearing the exact wedding dress from the sketchbook.
He was so taken aback that he didn’t move until she stepped closer and asked softly, “Is it beautiful p>
Rupert finally snapped back to himself and nodded again and again. “Yes. You look stunning in every dress p>
Annabel lowered her head, smiling shyly at his words. After a moment, she looked up and said, “I designed this originally. I was supposed to wear it for the ceremony. But since I’ve already put it on to show you, I’ll make another one, okay p>
Rupert’s eyes were still wide with wonder. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close in one smooth motion. “Just wear this one. Everything looks wonderful on you. Even if I’ve seen it already, it’ll still be beautiful when you wear it on our special day p>
Though Rupert was usually serious, he could say sweet things to Annabel with ease.
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On the grass, the two of them began to waltz, and the atmosphere grew warm and tender.
After Heather returned home, Hooper was delighted to see the scar on her hand was gone. But by coincidence, Heather soon saw the video of Rupert proposing to Annabel—it had already spread everywhere.
Heather couldn’t help grinding her teeth as she watched the video. After all, she was obsessively in love with Rupert. Beneath the clip, the caption read, “The CEOs of Benton Group and Star Entertainment will hold an engagement ceremony next month.” The moment she saw it, fury surged through her.
She closed the webpage at once and slammed her fist onto the desk. Hearing the noise, Hooper came in to check on his sister. He knew her emotions were unstable, and all he could do was take care of her as best he could.
“Heather, what’s wrong p>
“Hooper.” Sitting rigidly in her chair, Heather stared at the computer screen for a long moment before turning to him. “You have to help me this time! Rupert is going to marry that bitch p>
“Rupert?” Hooper stiffened at the name. He had tried more than once to persuade her to let Rupert go. They couldn’t afford to offend Rupert or Annabel, but Heather never listened. Over time, he had reached the end of his patience.