Chapter 1186:

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Unable to hold back any longer, she called him. “You’re already at the office?” she asked.

“Yes,” Norton answered, his voice steady but gentle.

“You’ve been leaving early, coming home late… I barely even see you anymore,” Yvonne said, her tone carrying a note of quiet hurt.

Norton chuckled softly, sensing her frustration. “You miss me, don’t you?”

She let out a soft snort, neither confirming nor denying it.

“It won’t be much longer,” he promised. “Just a little more.”

Yvonne hung up, still feeling a bit dejected, but there was comfort in his reassurance.

Determined to finish what he had started, Norton doubled down on his efforts. Once his sketches were finalized, he handed them over to professionals to refine and perfect. Then, he flew abroad to commission a world-renowned designer to craft the dress by hand.

Once it was complete, Norton finally declared his secret project finished. He started coming home earlier, making time for Yvonne again. He took her out after work—quiet dinners, long walks, weekend getaways. Slowly, her frustration melted away, replaced by warmth and joy.

Then came the day.

Norton brought Yvonne to a seaside villa they had once visited together—a place she had adored from the start. The sun shimmered across the water, waves glittering under the golden light. Flowers danced in the sea breeze, their fragrance filling the air. Every inch of the venue had been carefully arranged—simple, elegant, and breathtakingly romantic.

Yvonne’s eyes widened as she took in the scene. “Norton…” Her voice trembled. “So this is what you’ve been working on?”

She clung to his arm, eyes welling up with tears, completely overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.

Norton turned to her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It was supposed to be a surprise,” he said softly. “But I kept worrying I might get something wrong. I didn’t want you to have even the slightest regret.”

Yvonne threw her arms around him, her voice choked with emotion. “Everything is perfect. I love it. Thank you… thank you so much.”

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After a beat, Yvonne looked up at Norton, eyes shining. “But… where’s the most important part—the wedding outfits?”

Norton’s lips curled into a soft smile. “Come with me.”

He led her into the villa, gently pushing open the door. There, displayed beneath the warm glow of the chandelier, stood a breathtaking wedding dress—elegant and ethereal, as if it had stepped out of a dream.

Yvonne stepped closer, slowly circling it in awe. “Wow… it’s so beautiful. I love it.”

Norton’s expression softened with pride and affection. “I’m flattered,” he said. “I designed it myself.”

Overwhelmed, Yvonne turned, threw her arms around him, and kissed him deeply. “Thank you, Norton,” she whispered against his lips.

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