Emma woke with a start, the soft scent of flowers drifting into her consciousness before her eyes even opened. As she blinked, the first thing she noticed was the large bouquet of white roses sitting beside her bed. Immediately she saw them, a soft sigh escaped her lips. White roses again, she thought, her brow furrowing. Why does he always get white roses? She had always preferred red rosesdeep, passionate, full of life. Red roses reminded her of love, of fire, of everything she had hoped for in her marriage. Yet, time and again, David would always choose to get her the white ones. But then her gaze fell to the card nestled among the blooms. Pure flowers for pure angels, happy second anniversary. Her heart skipped a beat. It wasnt the flowers themselves that had touched her, but the words. The tenderness of the message, the love that shone through, made her chest tighten with warmth. The depression that had weighed on her since yesterdays events vanished in an instant. He might not always get the flowers right, but this… this was right. Just then, a soft knock echoed through the room. Emma didnt bother to look up, thinking it was the maid bringing in breakfast, as usual. Come in, she mumbled without lifting her head, still staring at the roses. Good morning, Mrs. The voice that greeted her was low, deep, and impossibly magnetic. Emma froze, her eyes widening. The familiar sound of Davids voice was like a jolt to her system. Was she hallucinating? She quickly looked up, and there he was, standing in the doorway. She thought hed left. David wore soft loungewear, his hair a little tousled from sleep, and he held a breakfast tray in his hands. His eyes twinkled with that familiar, mischievous glint as he smiled at her, a warm and loving smile that instantly melted her worries. For a moment, Emma was too stunned to speak. Her heart raced, and she just sat there, staring at him like he was some sort of a Greek god. She had expected him to be at work by now, running the company as usual. Yet here he was, standing in front of her, in their bedroom, bringing her breakfast. David moved toward her, setting the tray down on the bed beside her. She was still speechless, her mind trying to process the sight of him, so unexpectedly there. He reached out and gently pinched her cheek, a playful gesture that made her lips curl into an involuntary smile. Why arent you at work? she finally managed to ask, her voice a little softer than she intended. David sat down next to her, his gaze softening as he watched her. The company can run without me for a day, he said casually, shrugging. But if my wife isnt well, thats a much bigger problem. He smiled, his expression full of affection. Ive already arranged for the maids to have the day off. Im going to spend the entire day with you. Emmas heart fluttered at his words. It had been a while since shed felt like this, so cherished, so… loved. She tried to suppress the joy bubbling inside her, but it was impossible. David… she whispered, her eyes glistening with gratitude. He leaned in closer, his hand resting on her arm, and kissed her forehead. I promised you a surprise, didnt I? He reached into the pocket of his loungewear, pulling out a small, elegant box. Her eyes widened. She hadnt even realized it was there. Her heart skipped a beat as she instantly assumed it was the necklace she had been eyeing for months. The one she had mentioned only a few times in passing. She had wanted it so badly, but David had never quite gotten around to buying it.