He had just learned so much—he had to put it into practice. No matter how much you study, nothing beats actually doing it. At the same time, Ashley’s face turned red as she said to the lady, “Ma'am, I’ll come to you tomorrow to learn how to make pastries.” She added silently in her heart: Not tonight. Tonight... I want to put what I’ve learned into practice. “hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha—” Laughter rang out from both inside and outside the courtyard, bold and hearty, from the old man and the lady. Together, they replied, “Alright! See you tomorrow, no excuses!” Hearing such a cheerful response, Arthur and Ashley finally breathed a sigh of relief. They couldn’t help it—the old man and the lady had taught them so much. They had practically wanted to grab a notebook and write down every single piece of that precious knowledge so they wouldn’t forget any of it later. These were hard-earned, real-life experiences. Each one had been refined through actual practice. You could imagine just how valuable they were. After seeing the old man off, Arthur walked out of the courtyard and stopped in front of Ashley. He reached out his hand, cleared his throat, and said in a gentlemanly tone, “My beautiful lady, may I have the honor of holding your hand?” Ashley stared at him in surprise. When did he become this gentlemanly? The Arthur she knew had always been rough and direct. Most of the time, he didn’t even bother to ask—he’d just scoop her up and go. But now...Arthur had good bones to begin with. After two years of proper care, he was no longer skin and bones, and his complexion had improved too—he was at least a bit paler now. His features were striking. That angular face radiated strength. His eyes were deep, his nose high and straight, his lips thin and firm. Two years of martial arts had given him a solid, powerful build. Arthur was the classic tough guy. He wore a red suit that, instead of looking feminine, added a strange kind of rugged elegance to him. Ashley had always been too shy to look directly, but now Arthur was standing in front of her, slightly bent at the waist, holding out his hand. She could see him clearly now—every detail. That gentlemanly posture only made him more attractive. Ashley found herself frozen, staring. It wasn’t until the lady gave her a little nudge, smiling like a teasing aunt, that she snapped back to reality. Seeing that smile made Ashley’s face instantly flush again. She’d just been staring blankly at Arthur. And the old man and the lady were still right there. So embarrassing. Arthur chuckled as he watched her shy reaction. He had definitely seen the look of amazement in her eyes just now. Heh. The old man was really something. Just one tip, and the results were already showing. Arthur quietly gave the old man a thumbs-up, then turned back to Ashley with a smile. “My beautiful lady, may I have the honor of holding your hand?” Ashley’s face was still red, but she nodded and gently placed her hand in his. Her heart pounded. Both of them were dressed in bright red. Arthur stood before her like a gentleman, slightly bowed, as she rested her hand in his—giving herself to him. This was exactly what Ashley had dreamed about again and again—their wedding.Even though she couldn’t stop blushing, in this moment, Ashley felt like the happiest woman in the world. Arthur held her hand as they stepped into the spacious luxury car waiting at the courtyard gate. Benjamin had arranged it specifically to pick them up. The lady and the old man stood hand in hand, watching as the car door closed and drove off. They smiled at each other, still holding hands. Looked like they had done a pretty good job with the mission their boss gave them. The banquet was being held at Benjamin’s palace—named Heaven Island Palace by the locals. At the end of a long red carpet, the car came to a stop directly in front of the palace entrance. Arthur stepped out first, still holding Ashley’s hand, and the two slowly walked down the red carpet. Ashley looked out at the endless stretch of red, then at the hand holding hers so tightly. This too was something she had dreamed of—their wedding. And the palace in front of her—it was the kind of setting only fairy-tale princesses got to have. Heaven Island Palace had been specially decorated. Red ribbons hung everywhere, and huge banners were strung across the grounds. Every single one read the same thing. "Welcome home, Arthur."