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

you like me," Silas said, tilting

beat. She smiled, "You're quite funny, Mr.

"Am I?"

not giving me the wrong impression again? Last time, it was a kiss. This time flowers. What

you can be curious. There won't be a next time anyway."

suit appear slightly taut. "Ms. Emerson, what are you doing? Teasing me? Is this

had been single his whole life and hadn't seen how people flirted, so the words that came

"What's wrong, Mr. Taylor?

flared up. He smirked. "You haven't started the game yet. How do you know I can't

naturally a person who enjoys seeking thrills. If you don't want to be serious, then I can play along until

heart sank, and a bitterness spread in

man. After this, she might not