Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 389

After Lucinda's identity was exposed, Darlene had the Blue family investigated. However, the Blue family's defense system was too advanced for her people to penetrate. They could only gather some public information that the Blue family was willing to disclose.

With plans for shopping, Janice quickly filled herself with food.

Then, she urged her children to get ready.

Keith felt rather strange.

Thinking about going shopping with his mother and sister, they couldn't possibly sell him, could they?

With this thought, Keith didn't dwell on it. He brought his bodyguard, drove a few cars out from his brother-in-law's garage, and with his father's envious gaze, he took his mother and sister out.

Tiffany didn't join them. After Lucinda left, she went to find Liam.

"Ms. Tiffany," the servants greeted her with a smile when they saw her.

Tiffany nodded and stepped into the house, casually asking, "What's Mr. Liam up to?"

"Mr. Liam has locked himself in his study. We don't know what he's doing, and we don't dare to enter without permission," one of the servants replied.

So, they didn't have an answer for Tiffany's question.

Tiffany hummed in response.

After entering the house, she sat down in front of the couch. Seeing her favorite snacks on the coffee table, she picked a few to munch on.

Perhaps it was the pregnancy, but she found herself craving food more, with a good appetite. The only downside was her increasing drowsiness.

After snacking for a while, Tiffany decided to go upstairs. She wanted to know what Liam was doing in his study.

For the servants, Liam's study was a forbidden area, which they couldn't enter without permission. But for Tiffany, it was as accessible as a supermarket. She could come and go as she pleased.

Even when they used to argue and have conflicts, he never stopped her from entering his private space.

Upon entering, she saw Liam sitting behind his desk, holding a pair of scissors and cutting something. He tried to hide it when he saw her, but it was too late.

"Why didn't you knock?" he asked.

"I forgot. What are you doing?" Tiffany asked.

She walked over and took the freshly woven rose from his hand, made of red ribbon. It was beautifully crafted.

Even Tiffany, who prided herself on her crafty skills, couldn't make such a flower.

She had known Liam since they were kids, and she knew him inside out. Yet, she had no idea that Liam was capable of crafting such intricate roses using ribbons.

"When did you learn to make these?" she asked.

Seeing that she had discovered his craft, Liam continued weaving and replied, "I learned when I was a child. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd laugh at me for doing something so girly. My

aunt had a friend who was good at making these things, and she taught me. But I haven't made anything in years, so I'm a bit rusty."

Tiffany watched as Liam crafted a rose out of ribbons, and she was convinced that he had made all the flowers.

After finishing the rose in his hand, he added a stem, put it down, and opened several drawers. From inside, he took out dozens of roses, all made of red ribbon.

Tiffany watched as he arranged the roses into a stunning bouquet.

Suddenly, he held it out to her.

"Tiffany," he said, his eyes filled with warmth and a goofy smile on his face. "I don't have my brother's romantic flair, and I can't think of any unique ways to make you happy. But I can do this. These flowers aren't worth much, but I've made every single one of them by hand."

"Tiffany, I love you."

Tiffany stared at him, stunned.

Just a moment ago, she had been complaining to Lucinda about how Liam was so stubborn, never uttering "I love you" or giving her gifts. Even a single flower seemed to require him to mimic his brother.

But here he was, surprising her.

Looking at the bouquet of ribbon roses in front of her, she asked him, "How long did it take you to make these?"

"Ninety-nine roses. It took me about a week. Whenever I had free time, I would sneak away and start folding them. I kept count of every rose, and the one I just made for you was the ninety-ninth. I planned to put them all together and present them to you once I had ninety-nine."

Liam asked cautiously, "Tiffany, do you like them? If you don't, I can go to our flower field right now and pick you a fresh bouquet."

Tiffany quickly took the bouquet, smiling, "I love them. I love them a lot. I don't want fresh flowers, I want these. They'll last longer, and even though they're not worth much, they're priceless because of the sentiment behind them. And I liked what you said just now. Can you say it again?"

Liam blinked, trying to recall what he had just said.

"Ninety-nine roses. It took me about a week?"

"No, not that. The sentence before."

Tiffany was elated by the sudden happiness, and she wanted to hear him say "I love you" again. But Liam, the typical blockhead, was back.

"You said you wanted to hear what I just said. That's what I just said. Which sentence did I forget?"

Seeing her speechless, Liam laughed. Like a magician, he produced a jar filled with red lucky stars, and handed it to her.

"Tiffany, I love you. I've loved you for a long time. But since we always seemed to be at odds with each other, I didn't dare confess my feelings. I had no idea that you felt the same way."

Once again, Tiffany heard his confession of love. Her smile was brighter than a bouquet of roses. She immediately placed the bouquet and the lucky star bottle on the table, then wrapped her arms

around Liam's neck, kissing him fervently on the face. "Liam." she laughed. "I thought I'd wait a lifetime for you to confess your love to me!"

"Say 'I love you' a few more times, let me hear it."

"I love you, absolutely smitten with you!"

Liam held her tight, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

Turned out, those three words aren't too hard to say after all.

Once he said it once, repeating it came naturally, without any awkwardness.

And what she wanted was straightforward. In the past, he was too obtuse to realize it.

What she wanted was his confession, to know that in this relationship, she's not the only one making an effort.