I Loved the Heir in Disguise Chapter 08

I Loved the Heir in Disguise Chapter 08

After landing in Newport, I was taken directly 

home. 

My mother sat on the living room sofa, wearing a 

dark silk dress, her posture still elegant as if she 

would never lose control. 

She glanced at me lightly. 

“Finally willing to come back?” 

I stood at the door and greeted her and my stepfather Elias Voss indifferently. 

Elias nodded, said nothing more, and just told the 

housekeeper to take me back to my room to rest. 

Three days after my father died in a car accident, she married Elias. 

At that time, everyone accused her of being 

heartless. 

Said that before my father’s bones were even cold, she had already found her next destination. 

I had not understood her either. 

So I ran away. 

Gone for seven years. 

It had been so long since I had come back that 

even the position of the oil painting in the corridor felt unfamiliar to me. 

The housekeeper pushed open my bedroom door 

for me. 

The room was so clean it was as if I had never 

left. 

By the window was the white desk I had liked as a child, and on the nightstand was still the old photo frame from my high school days. 

As soon as I walked in, a soft thud came from 

outside the window. 

I turned my head and looked over. 

A man stood by the lawn downstairs. 

Adrian Lancaster. 

He was wearing a light gray overcoat, holding a large bouquet of my favorite eastern redbud 

blossoms in his arms. 

Adrian and I had been in an arranged marriage 

engagement since we were children. 

Once, I had actually had a crush on him. 

He was gentle, clean, and always knew how to 

take care of other people’s emotions. 

But after we grew up, My mother kept urging me 

to marry him as soon as possible. 

The more she urged, the more I disliked Adrian 

along with it. 

Thinking back now, he had really suffered an 

undeserved misfortune. 

I leaned by the window, too shy to look at him. 

“You really do have good news sources.” 

“I just got back, and you already know.” 

Adrian smiled gently. 

Seven years later, he was still the same as I 

remembered. 

Like the best afternoon sun in Newport. 

Clean, quiet, and not dazzling. 

My ears burned for no reason, and I looked away. 

Adrian raised his hands high and threw the 

bouquet of eastern redbud blossoms up to me. 

Just like when we were kids. 

Elias was allergic to pollen, so my mother never 

allowed me to keep flowers at home. 

She did not know that I really loved flowers. 

Every time I saw beautiful flowers and smelled the 

faint floral scent, my always restless heart could 

slowly calm down. 

Only Adrian knew. 

He would buy me all kinds of small bouquets 

before school. 

Then observe carefully to find out which one I loved the most. 

Later, he found that my eyes would light up every time I saw eastern redbud blossoms. 

From then on, every birthday, I would receive the most delicate bouquet of eastern redbuds in 

Newport. 

The flowers landed steadily in my arms. 

My eye sockets stung for no reason. 

I closed the window as if I was still angry, then lay 

on the soft big bed holding the flowers. 

A faint floral scent filled the air. 

It was nothing like the dark, damp studio apartment that always smelled of dust. 

But my heart still ached uncontrollably. 

Jace’s face flashed through my mind. 

The bedroom door was gently pushed open. 

I turned my head and saw Adrian standing at the 

door. 

A trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, and he spoke 

carefully. 

“Mia.” 

“Don’t you like eastern redbud blossoms anymore?” 

I shook my head gently. 

But tears rolled down my cheeks like broken 

pearls. 

Adrian hurried over and hugged me gently in his 

arms. 

His embrace was very warm. 

Not like Jace’s dusty smell, nor the expensive 

woody perfume I had smelled at Harbor Pines 

Estate that night. 

Adrian only smelled of very light cedar and clean 

soap. 

He whispered. 

“Are you still thinking about that person?” 

“If you really can’t let him go, we can cancel the 

engagement.” 

“I want you to pursue your own happiness.” 

Hearing this sentence, I cried even harder. 

The exhaustion from traveling and the big crying 

fit had used up all my strength. 

When I regained consciousness again, the sky 

outside had already darkened. 

Adrian was sitting by the bed, gently wiping my 

tears for me. 

My head was still a little fuzzy. 

I automatically snuggled into his arms. 

Adrian chuckled softly and tidied my messy hair 

for me. 

“Wake up, let’s get up.” 

“The bridal atelier sent over several wedding 

dresses.” 

“Let’s see if there’s a style you like.” 

I had to get up. 

But after going downstairs, all the wedding 

dresses in front of me were exactly the styles I 

had mentioned to Adrian before. 

Simple satin gowns. 

Styles with tiny pearls dotted on the shoulders. 

Mermaid dresses I had once casually said I loved. 

The waists were also embroidered with a circle of 

delicate eastern redbud patterns. 

I stood frozen in place. 

Adrian walked to my side, raised his hand and 

touched my head, his voice gentle. 

“The red carpet will be covered with eastern redbud blossoms on our wedding day.” 

“Mia.” 

“I want to give you the best.” 

He took my hand. 

His palm was very warm. 

That warmth spread little by little, giving me a long–lost sense of peace. 

He said. 

“Thank you for being willing to come back and 

marry me.” 

My nose stung, and I threw myself into Adrian’s 

arms. 

I should be the one thanking him. 

Thank you for waiting quietly for me all this time. 

Thank you for still being willing to leave me a way 

out when I was at my most miserable.