Rosemary chuckled, "Wow, even the great lover Romeo surrenders."
"In your presence, I’m always the vanquished, never the victor," Romeo’s voice was a soft baritone, filled with adoration as he gazed into her eyes.
There was something about the way he looked at her that made Rosemary realize that being the focus of such tender and loving eyes was all she could ever ask for in this lifetime.
The hot air balloon gently touched down on the earth.
Once again, Romeo’s lips found Rosemary’s in a kiss.
She could feel the softness and the sweetness of his kiss, his breath near, right in front of her.
Serena, who had just managed to cheer herself up, felt her mood sour again.
The photographer, capturing the moment, thought to himself: What a photogenic pair. Every shot is a masterpiece. They barely need any retouching.
As Romeo led Rosemary out of the basket, the photographer couldn’t resist snapping several more pictures.
Holding Romeo’s hand, Rosemary walked forward, her peripheral vision catching Serena nearby.
"Hey, what a coincidence," Serena offered a feigned greeting to Rosemary.
But Rosemary didn’t respond, simply withdrawing her gaze indifferently.
"My girlfriend is saying hello to you," Martin pointed out, causing Romeo to halt.
Romeo had been surrounded by photographers and bodyguards, so he hadn’t immediately noticed others around them.
"Are you speaking to my fiancée?" There was an unmistakable sharpness in Romeo’s voice—a warning to anyone who dared challenge him.
The head of security never imagined that the couple he let in to enjoy the event was Serena and her boyfriend.
This was a disaster.
It was his oversight, not realizing who he was admitting. After all, he thought Rosemary had a particular distaste for Serena.
"My fiancée’s choice to respond or not is her own," Romeo said with a steely look in his eyes.
Yet Martin chuckled, "Mr. McMillian, have you considered the feelings of your ex-fiancée?"
Romeo scoffed at the mention of "ex-fiancée."
"My fiancée has always been one and the same."
He pulled Rosemary forward, formally introducing her, "This is she."
Rosemary was speechless.
"I’m not sure who this ex-fiancée is."
Serena saw the argument unfolding and, realizing Martin’s status wasn’t going to help, feared making a spectacle of herself.
Worried that Romeo might reveal her background as the Collins family’s adopted daughter, she tugged at Martin’s sleeve, murmuring, "Let it go."
"In the face of new love, old flames can be denied. Mr. McMillian, you truly are heartless and faithless," Martin said with a hint of disdain.
As a man, to deny even those he’s loved seemed to Martin like a lack of honor.
Though he didn’t know why the families’ engagement had been abruptly called off, Serena had once loved Romeo deeply. Now, as Romeo walked hand in hand with his new love, treating Serena as if she didn’t exist—oblivious to her feelings.
What was there to admire about such a man?
Romeo glanced coldly at Serena before indifferently averting his eyes, saying icily, "She and I were never even childhood sweethearts. There was no love, so how can there be talk of new or old?"
"Martin!" Serena tugged at his sleeve, desperate to end the embarrassing scene.
If Martin saw how little regard Romeo had for her, he would surely think all the wonderful things she had boasted about before were lies.
"Serena," Martin called after her as she stormed off, throwing him a warning glance before chasing after her.

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