Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love

Chapter 11 When Will We

Get Married

The following day…

Corynn and Erick went to the office together. Because Erick had informed his employees in advance, the company was bustling from excitement, curious to see who would be their new vice president.

“Corynn, this is your office,” Erick announced with a flourish as he swung the door open.

Corynn walked in, finding herself in a sleek, modern space that exuded a clean and efficient vibe. There was even a lush green plant sitting on the desk, which added a touch of life to the room.

“Dad, I love it!”

“Good!” Erick beamed at her. “Good luck on your first day! I have a lot of faith in you.”

Corynn quickly got to work. That very morning, she attended a board meeting with Erick wherein they decided to gradually turn over some responsibilities to her, allowing her to get familiar with things before taking over fully.

When Corynn returned to her office, she found a bouquet of roses sitting conspicuously on her desk.

She asked around and found out that a delivery man had dropped them off, but no one knew who had sent them.

Piqued by curiosity, she fished out the card nestled among the roses, her eyes narrowing at the familiar handwriting.

her phone buzzed; it was a message from

you receive the

beat. She then instructed a custodian to throw the flowers out and ordered

at her desk, Corynn let out a long

those messy feelings to the back of her

at his phone, waiting expectantly for a response that never came. When it finally dawned on him that Corynn wasn’t going to reply, he dejectedly put his phone

Amanda standing in the doorway, holding a lunchbox.

here?” he asked

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I figured I’d wait until your lunch break. Oh, and I brought lunch!” Smiling gently, Amanda strode in

spared a brief glance at her

busy reminiscing the days Corynn used to cook for him in the kitchen and the way she used to look at him

doe–like eyes.

blinked and saw only Amanda in front of him again. “Mm,

more.” Amanda beamed and used an untouched fork

through his worries, quickly reassured

it’s just…” Elliot faltered for a moment, then put his fork down. “Amanda, you

I’m your fiancee. I may not be able to help with big things, but I want to be able to do the little things, like bringing you lunch. Most importantly, I