Goodbye, My Love

Marco’s eyes had a thoughtful gaze as he, guided by the waiter, sprinkled dew on the roses.

The roses, adorned with dewdrops, seemed to have captured the essence of the morning’s first light, radiating an intoxicating aroma and a mesmerizing allure.

Marco’s lips formed a satisfied smile. Just as he did this, he heard the rhythmic sound of high heels tapping on the floor behind him.

He turned around and found himself unable to look away, lost in a dazed state of astonishment.

Loraine had put in a special effort to dress up for the night. Clad in a beautiful wine-red gown, she looked elegant and charming, as if she had just stepped out of a painting from the Last century.

Seeing Loraine in her stunning attire caused Marco’s heart to flutter, and he forgot he was still holding a watering can, resembling a lovesick teenager who had just spotted his crush.

held back her shyness and playfully remarked, “Mr. Bryant, if you continue watering them Like this, you’ll drown these

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blush tinted his typically composed and attractive face,

Marco noticed the subtle

more radiant than

most vibrant rose and walked over to Loraine. With a slight hesitation, he held out the

and placed

looked up at her, his eyes mirroring her beauty. Then, he pinned the rose he had chosen

her gown,

economical with words, huskily

brushed his

touching the rose gently, her heart swelling