Mason took the box and looked at it thoughtfully.
Seeing the pink package and the light purple silk ribbon, Bella liked very much. But she didn't know
what Moore had personally made for her, when Mason had known Moore, and whether when she had
studied here.
"It's for you, Bella." Mason pushed the box in front of Bella and encouraged her, "open it."
She was a little embarrassed. "Isn't it appropriate to open the gift in person, which was made by
Moore?"
"Miss Su, you misunderstood. This is customized by Mr. Mason. Although I made it myself, many of
inspirations were given to me by him. I just follow his instructions, constantly perfect and try to get close
to what he wants."
Bella was moved. Although she had met many pursuers who sent flowers and BMW, they didn't spend
so much time making gifts for her.
Moore was her favorite designer, and his design was the most favorite in the fashion circle. However,
the reason why Bella liked his design was that his design concept was natural, which never followed
the trend. He had to grasp the inspiration no matter how hard he tried. At such an old age, he often
stayed up late to design, fearing that the inspiration would disappear in the next second.
Moreover, the wife of master Moore was a Chinese. Many of his ideas were mixed with ancient style or
ancient cultural elements, which Bella liked them very much.
Under the watch of Mason and Moore, she opened the package and showed the symbolic box. Her
heart beat faster and didn't know what inside.
"Mr. Mason, aren't you going to open it yourself?" Moore urged, pushing his arm.
With a smile, Mason opened the box gently.
Although Bella couldn't see what was inside, she could see the expression on Mason's face. The
corners of his mouth were rarely raised in such a big angle.
"Bella, give me your hand." He slowly put away his smile and looked very serious. He stretched out his
hands and his dark eyes were clear and mysterious.
Bella was a little nervous. She slowly put her hand in his palm and asked, "is it a ring?"
"……" Mason was already nervous and didn't expect that Bella would not corporate.
Moore, who was sitting next to them, wore a smile. He was worried about them.
"Wait, you..."
"Put it on first. Don't refuse." Lowering his head, Mason felt a little awkward and nervous. He had
planned to propose, but she must have thought it was too hasty or too early. So he didn't want to delay.
"……" Her words were blocked, and the next second she saw him bring the ring to her hand and hold it
tightly.
"Now, Mr. Mason can kiss the beautiful Ms. Su. I'm going outside." Seeing that his mission had been
completed, Moore stood up and walked to the door with a smile. "Mason, don't forget our agreement,"
he reminded
"I won't. Thank you." Mason looked back at the considerate Moore with gratitude.
"Mason, I don't think it's a good idea. You gave me a ring at someone else's birthday party, and you
even asked him to be my witness..." No matter how stupid she was, she had come up with Mason's
original plan. And the meaning of this ring was probably not so simple.
"Bella, you just need to understand the meaning of my ring." Then he knelt down and held one of her
hands, "marry me, okay?"
"……" Bella's heart was like being hit by cotton candy, full of happiness overflowing from her heart, but
at the same time with an inexplicable sadness and sadness, she could not help but cover her mouth.
"Bella, will you marry me?" This was the wedding ring carefully prepared by him. In fact, when he met
Moore for the first time, he had asked him to customize a ring for him. But he didn't expect that Bella
had come back. After that watch, he had changed his original idea into reality in the shortest time.
"So, your proposal ring was specially made by Moore?"
"Yes, sir." He was still a little disappointed. What she cared about now should be that he was
proposing, not who made the ring.
"Mason, I..." She was so touched that she covered her mouth. But she had never thought of marrying
him. Even if they had reconciled, she would be with him without hesitation, but she had never imagined
marrying him.
"If you don't object, I'll take it as a yes." Mason stood up overbearingly and didn't give her any chance
to hesitate. She wouldn't refuse the ring, would she? Fortunately, it happened to meet her hobby and
Moore designed it. Otherwise, he maybe fail.
Bella smiled helplessly and avoided him. He pulled her into his arms, reached out his little finger and
gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
While wiping her tears, he complained with a smile, "you are moved to cry, but you still want to refuse
me. Are you stupid or do you want to torture me on purpose?"
"No, I didn't. I just think I didn't expect you to propose. Isn't it appropriate for us to get married now? "
She couldn't speak fluently. Leaning against his arms, she felt that she might not be able to stand
steadily.
"There is nothing inappropriate. As long as you agree, we will go to church to get married tomorrow."
Mason tucked her hair behind her ear, put the ring on her finger, and relaxed. "But I don't want to give
you a casual wedding ceremony. When we come back, we can take wedding photos together and then
start to prepare for..."
Suddenly, Bella pressed his mouth and said, "don't say it now. I don't think it's true."
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open with a bang. The sound of high heels stepping on
the marble floor was very loud.
The two of them were frightened and turned around to look at the door, wondering who would rush to
Moore's house and kick the door open so violently. And this door was very far from the hall. It was the
lounge outside Moore's study.
It was her?
When Bella's saw the woman, she stopped and felt that she could not breath.
The woman was exactly the one in the photo that Tim gave to her last time. She was wearing an
evening dress which was piled up and tailor-made of soft green smoke, a pair of high-heeled shoes of
more than ten centimeters on her feet, and the aura of red lips was so intimidating that she directly
walked in front of Bella, with an indescribable pressure and fierceness in her eyes.
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