Chapter 691 Honey, Am I Pretty (1/2)

Carla halted and stared at the prince-like man at the end of the path. At that moment, she felt as if everything popped out of a storybook, just waiting to be read and swooned over.

Under the night lamp, Terence stood, his lips curling into a smile. It was more beautiful than all the roses scattered all over the mountain top.

His eyes were so bright that it almost seemed as if they were supernovas just waiting to explode. He stood straight, like how he was trained as a soldier, his tall and muscled figure almost similar to the mountains ahead.

He was standing far away, like he was a part of a canvas, with a breathtaking scenery. It took everything for Carla to not draw out her sketchbook and start drawing him.

Terence just stood there, letting her gaze at him unscrupulously.

He was curious to see how long she'd stand there, processing everything in one go. The tips of his lips quirked up.

Finally, Carla took a step forward. She plucked a rose from the fields, placing it behind her ear.

Once she was done, she walked over towards him with a smile to rival his.

”Babe, am I pretty?”

Seeing that he was so good looking tonight, Carla wanted to at least make her as presentable as him.

”Of course.”

Terence beamed in reply.

”Then, who would be more beautiful? The flower or me?”

Carla asked, tilting her head.

”Of course, my wife. You can give me a valley of roses and they're still nothing compared to your smile.”

Terence didn't even hesitate as he stared at every detail of her face, taking it in as slowly as he could, savoring the moment.

Flowers were simply ornaments—accessories, how could they compare to her?