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.

moment, her phone buzzed; it was a

read, “Did you receive the flowers? Do you

a custodian to throw the flowers out and ordered security to block

desk, Corynn let out a long sigh,

those messy feelings to the back of her head, she opened her

finally dawned on him that

looked up, he saw Amanda standing

he asked in surprise.

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I figured I’d wait until your lunch break. Oh, and I brought lunch!” Smiling gently, Amanda strode in and set the food on the table. “I brought all your favorites!”

a brief glance at her and then nodded

food, but his mind was elsewhere. He was busy reminiscing the days Corynn used to cook for him

expectant, doe–like eyes.

second until he blinked and saw only Amanda in front of him again. “Mm, it’s

beamed and used an untouched fork

resisting the urge to grimace. Amanda, seeing through his worries, quickly reassured him, “Elliot, this fork hasn’t

Elliot faltered for a moment, then put his fork down.

with big things, but I want to be able to do the little things, like bringing