And when I mentioned I liked white roses… he filled the entire villa garden with them.
I thought those things meant something.
But later… those same flowers were renamed after Celine.
Just like everything else.
Now, Celine’s eyes were red, like she was about to cry, and Argus looked at her like the whole world could burn and he wouldn’t care.
“I’m not marrying Dahlia,” he said firmly, “She’s not the one I want.”
Not the one.
The words landed, but I didn’t react.
He grabbed Celine’s hand, tight, almost desperate, his eyes carrying that same reckless madness I had seen before. “The person I love is Celine. It’s always been her. I won’t marry anyone else in this life.”
The room felt colder.
“I can announce Dahlia as my fiancée if that’s what you want,” he added, “but I won’t marry her.”
Then, without warning, he dropped to his knees.
The sound echoed.
Celine followed immediately, kneeling beside him, her voice trembling but stubborn. “Grandpa… please. Let us be together. I’m begging you.”
Grandpa looked like he couldn’t breathe for a second, his chest rising and falling too fast.