Shining Bright After Rebirth

Chapter 814 Is This Ms. Bishop?

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Diana’s heart fluttered. She’d always dreamed of Steven giving her a bouquet of her favorite roses.

Roses whispered of love, of youthful romance. She’d yearned for that gesture, that sweet cliché, but…

A gentle melancholy settled over her.

Now that it had finally happened, the thrill wasn’t quite as sharp.

Still, she couldn’t deny her inherent love for roses.

Their intoxicating fragrance, potent yet delicate, lingered in the

air.

Accepting the bouquet with a soft smile, she murmured, “Thank you.”

Steven, his gaze fixed on her radiant face, returned the smile, “As long as you like them.”

Surprise flickered in her eyes as she asked, “What brought this

on?”

“I saw roses in your study the other day,” he explained. “I know you like them, so I picked some up for you. But I should probably mention that this is the first time I’ve ever given a

Woman roses.

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thought. “What exactly did

never given

She couldn’t recall.

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the thought away, deciding not to ask. It would only

the table, she took in Steven, who was dusted with snowflakes from the cold outside. “Go

her happy expression. Just seeing her smile

“okay.” She pressed her lips as she hurried back to the kitchen

smile warming his gaze, he turned

attire for something more comfortable, and before long, he was descending the stairs with

home. With Diana there, every corner of the house seemed to whisper “home“. It was as if her presence alone could transform any space into his

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the dining room, Diana had meticulously laid out the utensils for

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the evening, she had a penchant for greens. Shrimp scampi was one dish that could claim the title

minimal chili. They weren’t fiery but rather tailored to a milder spice level that danced harmoniously

plates of

something was different. Before, Diana would always find

always assumed she was trying too hard, and

he realized she hadn’t been trying to impress him but simply engaging in

a serene silence, indifferent to whether his appetite was merely

each word she spoke at the table was laced with a constant check on

-being.

adwell

wore a bitter smile. He’d pushed her away, and

finished, Diana cleared the

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upstairs for a