Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Actually, the flowers were prepared by Rose early on. She knew this would be a winning battle. With Silas around, victory was assured.

After anonymously sending the flowers, Rose quietly walked toward the parking lot alone.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and so did her heart.

Silas was dressed sharply in a prosecutor's sleek black suit in the courtroom. He passionately debated, forcing the villains to show their true sides.

When Rose recalled his heroic demeanor, her cheeks gradually flushed, and her heart pounded uncontrollably.

"Since you're here, shouldn't you at least say hello before leaving, Ms. Emerson?" a familiar and clear voice came from behind.

Rose suddenly stopped in her tracks. After taking a deep breath, she slowly turned around.

Silas, still dressed in his prosecutor's uniform, stood tall and straight. He then walked up to her. "Also, shouldn't you tell me what the flowers you sent me mean?"

his bright gaze. "Sunflowers symbolize

because you like me," Silas said, tilting his

a beat. She smiled, "You're

"Am I?"

he stared into her eyes. "Are you not giving me the wrong impression again? Last time, it was a kiss. This time flowers. What

won't be a next time anyway." Rose felt inexplicably irritable. She

Silas pinned her against the wall. His muscular arms made his suit appear slightly taut. "Ms. Emerson, what are you

life and hadn't seen how people flirted, so the words that came out of

"What's wrong, Mr. Taylor? You can't handle

competitive spirit suddenly flared up. He smirked. "You haven't started the game yet.

that you didn't mind playing the game of love with me. I'm naturally a person who enjoys seeking thrills. If you don't want to be serious, then I can play

a bitterness spread in

this, she might not