Jackson was unusually serious, with snowflakes covering his hair and shoulders, as if he had been waiting in the snow for quite a while. The bright red roses in his arms were dusted with white snow, creating a stunning contrast that filled the air with a subtle fragrance. Holding the enormous bouquet close, Jackson, towering over others, seemed to struggle a bit with the weight. He knelt in the snow, looking up at her: “Emily, give me a chance to take care of you for the rest of your life. You can evaluate me for as long as you want. If you have any concerns, you can end our relationship at any time and we can go back to being friends, or even strangers. I won’t complain.” The sudden seriousness from someone usually playful left Miranda at a loss. “Jackson, stop joking around, get up…” “Promise me,” Jackson insisted. “I’ve nearly ordered all the roses in London for you. At least give me some reaction?” Onlookers pulled out their phones to capture the moment, chanting in English, “Marry him! Marry him! Marry him!” As the crowd grew, Miranda felt increasingly uncomfortable being the center of attention. She reached out to pull him up. “Jackson, please get up…” “Nope,” Jackson grinned mischievously, “If you don’t say yes, I won’t move.” “Jackson!” “What?” He pressed, teasingly. “Are you really not going to agree? I’ve been out here for six hours…” The winter in London was particularly cold, and just standing there sent chills through her bones. Miranda frowned awkwardly. “Alright, fine, get up…” Jackson suddenly beamed, “So you agreed?” “Yes, I agreed. Now get up, let’s get out of here…” Pulled by Miranda, Jackson got up and they quickly escaped the crowd, only stopping after running quite a distance. They had been in the bustling CBD, right under her office, and she could already imagine how her colleagues would tease her the next day.But Jackson was elated, grinning like a fool. He scooped her into his arms and kissed the back of her hand. “Finally, after waiting all these years, I can’t believe it!” Miranda pulled her hand back, warning him, “You’re still in your probation period; the law allows me to dismiss you if I’m not satisfied within three months. So don’t get too handsy.” Jackson wasn’t really in a hurry; he just needed to vent his excitement. No kissing? Fine. But a hug was acceptable. He bent down and hoisted her up, spinning her around in the bustling streets of London. Miranda was taken by surprise, almost soaring through the air, screaming, “Jackson, what are you doing? Ah—!” “Haha, I’m just happy!” Jackson held her tightly, exhaling clouds of mist into the cold air. “You’re as light as a feather! But now that you’re my girlfriend, you need to gain ten pounds first.” Miranda was taken aback, regaining her composure after a moment. “I don’t want to gain weight; it’s not attractive.” “You have a boyfriend now. Why worry about being attractive? As long as I like you, that’s what matters! Even if you were two hundred pounds, I’d still love you.” Miranda shot him a glare. “Put me down.” “No way! I just achieved the boyfriend milestone; I need to enjoy the benefits!” “But it’s winter, and with my coat and my weight, I’m at least a hundred pounds!” “Haha, what’s that supposed to mean? Are you looking down on my manly strength?” Miranda denied it, “I didn’t mean that; you said it yourself.” Men are the most difficult to provoke. Once agitated, Jackson exploded, putting her down abruptly. But before she could react, he squatted and lifted her legs, standing back up in one swift motion. Miranda found herself perched on his shoulders, soaring over two meters high. It felt like she was climbing a staircase… Jackson hummed with satisfaction, “With your little weight, I’m not worried at all.” But in this position…Miranda sighed, realizing she was in for quite the ride. Jackson was like that; he always wanted to make the most extravagant displays, even in expressing his feelings. Sending her a conference room full of roses and publicly proposing his love, he left her no choice but to agree quickly, and now he was reveling in the moment. She could never catch her breath with his dramatic flair. Though she was high up, Jackson held her legs steady, walking at a relaxed pace. “You’ve turned into a middle-aged woman at such a young age. Working hard and taking care of everything. You finally got a divorce, and now you meet me… let’s not talk about him anymore. My point is, you should live with a bit more vitality.” Miranda swayed with his steps, listening quietly. “What do you mean by living with vitality?” “Speak your mind, do what you want, and don’t overthink everything.” “But I… I’m not like you. I don’t have a prominent family or a capable brother, and I don’t have the resources to be reckless.” “Silly girl, you have me,” Jackson said with a light laugh. “My family, my everything, is your resource. You used to refuse, but now that you’ve said yes, it’s all yours. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you.” Miranda chuckled softly, her gaze falling on a nearby food stall. She pointed, “I want that—” It was a hot dog stand selling mouthwatering German sausages nestled in long buns, topped with ketchup, mayonnaise, and lettuce, steaming in the chilly air. Jackson laughed lightly, “That’s easy. Hold on tight; the veteran driver is about to take off—”