“It’s the gospel truth. You need evidence? Walk with me,” Roland said, his voice steadfast.

Roland’s fork met the table with finality as he rose, poised to take Delia to witness Millie’s transformation.

“Sit down. Her beauty, even if genuine, is irrelevant. Will she even bat an eye at you? Your history with her is a stained canvas.”

Delia struck the table, her voice Like a whip.

Touching his head as if nursing a wound, Roland slumped back into his chair, deflated.

“Indeed, but ugliness does spoil one’s appetite.”

surged to such an extent that she entertained

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my past behavior. But now, my feelings for her are like a fire. I must win

in Roland’s thoughts. A casual Look at the door revealed Delia’s

busy at the kitchen sink, courage sprouted within him. He spirited

street, a serene smile playing on her lips, basking in the night’s gentle

proffering a generous

gift

sneezing at the

delicate sneeze accompanied by a subtle furrow of her brow, Roland’s voice carried a nervous timbre

their current state. Kindly accept them for now;

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