She only thought about how Hugo's hand, firmly holding hers, felt big and warm, just like this mansion.
Winter carefully climbed the marble stairs, guided by Hugo's hand. When they finally reached a white door, Hugo turned to Winter with a smile.
It was in front of his study, which had always been tightly closed.
As the study door slowly opened, Winter unconsciously held her breath.
A fresh floral scent wafted through the opening door.
An countless number of roses filled the dimly lit room.
Candlelight flickered softly on the pale pink petals and light green leaves.
The shadows of roses and candles beautifully reflected through the clear water filling each glass vase.
"Come here."
Hugo seated Winter on a long stool placed in front of a large window. The touch of the soft satin sheet was cozy.
Hugo took out a small box from the side table drawer and bent down to meet Winter's eyes. His attractively upturned eyes curved gracefully.
