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

because you like me," Silas said, tilting his head slightly and leaning

skipped a beat. She smiled, "You're quite

"Am I?"

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

be a next time

made his suit appear slightly

people flirted, so the

"What's wrong, Mr. Taylor?

haven't started the game yet. How do you know

playing the game of love with me. I'm naturally a person who enjoys seeking thrills.

sank, and a

Silas was a good man. After this, she