Gareth naturally didn’t want to move, but he was no match for his grandmother, who kept forcing him. Julia had berated him a few times, and Gareth had no other way. He finally started to move.

His long figure bent down slightly, and his bony fingers picked one rose.

Julia’s mood lifted instantly, and she said happily, “Good luck, my darling grandson. You only have nine hundred and ninety-eight roses left!”

Gareth and Elisa were both dumbstruck.

Elisa’s hand that was holding onto her cell phone trembled. There was an uncontrollable smile on the corners of her lips.

Grandma was very humorous. Elisa almost burst out laughing.

Gareth continued picking roses in frustration.

One rose. Two roses. Three roses. Four roses…

Although the sky was dark, lights

holding the cell phone was slightly

in a row and hadn’t broken a

of them. It could capture Gareth perfectly. At the very least, the cell phone wouldn’t have to be moved for the next two hundred roses that

at her grandson and would encourage him occasionally. Still, everything she said would infuriate Gareth to the point

to control herself as she

than your grandad. Back then, when he pursued me, he was slower than a snail at picking flowers, whining while

couldn’t hide the small traces of joy in her

that her plan was

he turned around, his gaze was

was as though he was seeing Elisa with such an innocent smile

had done such an

his anger so he wouldn’t lose his

to give Elisa a way out in front of Grandma. It

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