#Chapter 270: Approved

Hannah My heart leaped into my throat, pounding so fiercely I was sure it echoed in the quiet night air. Was Noah actually proposing? Here, now, in a hot tub under the stars, with nothing but the sound of bubbling water and the distant rustle of trees to bear witness? I searched his face, my pulse quickening as I tried to decipher the emotions hiding in the dim light. His expression was calm, composed even, but there was something there—something deeper in the way his lips twitched at the corners, as if he was holding back some kind of secret. But then I caught the mischievous glint in his eyes, that ever-present hint of playfulness, and my excitement crumbled. I felt the thrill in my chest deflate, like air leaking from a balloon. “You’re teasing me,” I accused, narrowing my eyes at him as I splashed a handful of water his way, sending tiny droplets shimmering in the moonlit air. Noah laughed and ducked to avoid the splash, his smile growing wide