When I woke up the next morning, Caden had prepared a lavish breakfast for me. "How is it? Do you like it?" Caden asked, pulling out a chair and guiding me to sit down. As I looked at the beautifully arranged meal in front of me, my heart warmed. "Did you make all of this?" "Yeah," Caden replied lightly. "If you like it, I'll make it for you every day." I looked up into the eyes of the graceful, noble man in front of me, and my heart skipped a beat. Even someone as high and mighty as Caden has a gentle side. If I really married him, would I be happy? "What are you thinking about?" Caden noticed I had spaced out and waved his large hand in front of me. I snapped back to reality. "Oh, nothing. I was just wondering which of these delicious dishes I should try first." "Try the fried egg, the one you like the most," Caden said, placing a fried egg on my plate. His voice was clear and calm as he added, "Have you thought about my proposal from last night?" I paused, my fork suspended in mid-air. "Is this your version of proposing to me?" Caden raised an eyebrow. "You could put it that way." "Is this really how you propose? It's not romantic at all," I said, feeling a bit at a loss. "And besides, we've just met. Talking about marriage now is way too soon." Caden's POV: Not romantic ... Rosaline was right. It did seem a bit casual, didn't it? I guess this was all my fault for lacking experience. I spent the whole day thinking about those two words, to the point that I even lost focus during a meeting with the company's executives. Once the meeting was finally over, Yale followed me to my office and asked, "Mr. Holbrook, is something on your mind?" I looked at the loyal Beta and asked, "Do women like romance?"Yale hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I think so." I turned to him seriously and asked, "What would count as a romantic proposal?" "Proposal?" Yale looked taken aback, his surprise quickly turning into excitement. "Congrats, congrats! But ... " "But what?" Yale let out a dramatic groan. "Mr. Holbrook, I'm single ... I'm not exactly an expert in this area!" "Okay, you can go now," I said, feeling a little impatient as I loosened my tie. It seemed like I would have to figure this out on my own. Rosaline's POV: Two days later. After a hectic day, I was about to leave the office when I got a call from Caden. "Are you finished? Let's head out together," Caden's calm, clear voice came through the phone. "Sure," I replied instantly. I hung up and made my way to the underground garage. There, I saw Caden's tall figure leaning casually against his car. His hands were in his pockets, and under the dim light, he looked almost godlike, with an air of effortless elegance and composure. "Rosaline," Caden straightened up as soon as he saw me, his long legs striding toward me. I smiled and said, "Let's go." Once we were in the car, I realized that Caden wasn't heading toward New Moon City. "Aren't we going home?" I asked, a little surprised. Caden's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and smiled. "I'm taking you somewhere." "Where?" I asked, even more puzzled. Caden glanced at me deeply, his eyes locking with mine. "You'll find out when we get there." Alright ... He was really keeping it mysterious. I decided not to ask anymore. I'd find out what Caden had planned soon enough.Around half an hour later, Caden stopped the car. "We're here." I looked ahead and was taken aback to see that Caden had brought me to the beach. The endless ocean spread out before us, calm and serene. The deep blue water sparkled in the sunlight, and the cool sea breeze gently swept through my hair, creating a peaceful, refreshing atmosphere. What were we doing at the beach? Caden pointed to a luxurious yacht docked by the shore, smiling. "This is my yacht." I was a little speechless. Did he seriously want to take me out to sea at this hour? To be honest, ever since the time I fell into the ocean, I had no love for the sea. Before I could say anything, Caden took my hand and led me onto the yacht. "Come with me, I've had a candlelit dinner prepared." Caden held my hand as he led me toward the dining area. As we entered the dining room, I noticed the walls were covered with colorful paper cranes. "Why are there so many paper cranes?" I asked, confused, staring at the strings of cranes hanging on the walls. Caden didn't answer. Instead, he guided me to the beautifully set table at the center of the room, and we took our seats. On the table was a pair of exquisitely crafted paper cranes. Caden handed me the red one. "This is for you. Do you like it?" "Don't tell me you folded this?" I took the crane in confusion, glancing at it. I noticed there were a few golden words on the wings: "Rosaline, marry me!" The handwriting was bold and strong—it was definitely Caden's. So ... what exactly was this man trying to do?