Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1705

As the final words of the proposal echoed through the room, another spotlight blazed to life, this time shining directly on the stage across from Germaine.

Moments later, Jenson appeared, wearing the limited-edition Drakor the Bull King outfit, styled as a rugged Western outlaw.

He stood tall and commanding, fully inhabiting the imposing presence of Drakor's battle armor and flowing cape. The stubble along his jaw only deepened the raw appeal of his character, adding to the magnetic aura surrounding him.

Germaine gazed into his eyes, her thoughts fading into a blur.

The costume she wore had been a gift from her online friend. At the time, she hadn't given it much thought. It fit her perfectly, so she hadn't bothered to choose anything else.

Now, it all made sense. The outfit had been selected to match Jenson's character perfectly. It was all part of a well-rehearsed surprise.

It took Germaine a few moments to regain her senses. "Wait… that girl online… was it you?"

Jenson took a step toward her, his joy practically radiating with every movement. He stopped in front of her, his hand slipping into his pocket to retrieve the diamond ring he had carefully prepared.

Dropping to one knee, he looked up at her and asked, "My princess, I've come to take you home. Will you marry me?"

His words were so filled with passion that it felt as if he were declaring his love to the entire world, a plea that resonated from the very core of his being.

For him, proposing to the woman he loved was a momentous occasion, a milestone that deserved to be celebrated. It was a moment so profound that it felt only right to share it with everyone.

Germaine covered her mouth in shock, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. For a moment, she was speechless, unable to process what was happening.

"Isn't… isn't this a bit too soon?"

"Too soon?" Jenson's happiness shone through, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You know I've loved you for seven years, and I've waited for this moment just as long. I can't wait any longer, Germaine. Marry me, please. I'm begging you—marry me!"

Germaine had seen countless proposals before, but as a spectator, she always found other people's joy to be loud and intrusive.

Yet, standing in the center of it all, she now understood how overwhelming it could be to be swept up in such a moment.

Her breath quickened, her eyes filled with unshed tears, but still, she couldn't bring herself to say yes.

"OMG, looks like you really can find your soulmate through gaming!"

"This is adorable! Drakor the Bull King is seriously handsome!"

"I can't handle this. It's just too cute! I'm totally shipping them!"

"I'm a girl who loves Battle Legend, can cook for myself, enjoys curling up at home when it rains, and has no bad habits… Someone, please find me a partner. Thanks!"

The comments were pouring in.

As dawn broke the next day, Priscilla knocked sharply on Jenson's door.

"Jenson, open up!" she called.

Two minutes later, the door creaked open, and Germaine stepped out.