"Mrs. Anderson, the pebbled path here is uneven.

Please help Mr. Anderson with the wheelchair."

Although Theodore looked indifferent, as though he didn't want someone other than Horace getting near him, he didn't stop Horace and acquiesced in his behavior.

“aren't you coming with us?" Ariana looked at Horace, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

With a gracious smile, Horace answered respectfully, "I'll wait outside."

Ariana, who was still in a daze, was left with no choice but to push Theodore toward the manor. As she did, she was met with the sight of rows of beautiful, colorful flowers neatly lining the one path leading to the white building not too far away.

Here the lawn sparkled with dew, green as emerald, and birds soared across the open sky. The sweet fragrance of flowers swept through the air. Ariana could barely believe her eyes. She felt like she was in heaven.

This manor was far more picturesque and astounding than the photo could depict.

Living here must be like living in a resplendent dream.

She was lost in awe for a while and slowly pushed Theodore forward.

"This is my mother's favorite place." Theodore suddenly spoke.

It was the first time that Theodore mentioned his mother to her.

The sun in March shone brightly and warmly. Ariana's hair danced in the breeze, and she found herself unable to look away from the man's face.

Theodore caught her looking at him and responded with a gentle smile, his eyes sparkling with a glint of light.

"Do you like them? My mother planted these flowers herself. They started as tiny seedlings, and as time passed, they grew and spread without us even realizing." His voice carried a hint of reminiscence, and his eyes held a mix of emotions as if he were lost in memories.

The flower field stretched across a vast area. As the wind blew, the blossoms swayed and intertwined, creating wave-like patterns. The sun's golden rays bathed the scene, making it as stunning as a painting.

“your mother must have been quite the romantic." Ariana couldn't help but sigh.

Although she had never met his mother, she could sense something profound from the endless sea of flowers.

"She must have been not only romantic but also optimistic about life."

"Yes, my mother was indeed a romantic." Theodore spoke softly, as though he feared disturbing something sacred.