Goodbye, My Love

Marco’s eyes had a thoughtful gaze as he, guided by the waiter, sprinkled dew on the roses.

The roses, adorned with dewdrops, seemed to have captured the essence of the morning’s first light, radiating an intoxicating aroma and a mesmerizing allure.

Marco’s lips formed a satisfied smile. Just as he did this, he heard the rhythmic sound of high heels tapping on the floor behind him.

He turned around and found himself unable to look away, lost in a dazed state of astonishment.

Loraine had put in a special effort to dress up for the night. Clad in a beautiful wine-red gown, she looked elegant and charming, as if she had just stepped out of a painting from the Last century. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Seeing Loraine in her stunning attire caused Marco’s heart to flutter, and he forgot he was still holding a watering can, resembling a lovesick teenager who had just spotted his crush.

Loraine, noticing his stupefied expression, held back her shyness and playfully remarked, “Mr. Bryant, if you continue watering them Like this, you’ll drown these beautiful roses. That would be quite unfortunate.”

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Marco, snapping out of his reverie, swiftly handed the watering can to the waiter. A blush tinted his typically composed and attractive face, giving him a somewhat youthful and endearing appearance.

As Loraine neared, Marco noticed the subtle rose patterns on her dress.

Indeed, she Looked more radiant than the flowers.

Emotionally stirred, Marco picked the most vibrant rose and walked over to Loraine. With a slight hesitation, he held out the flower to her.

Loraine lightly bit her lip and placed her hand in his.

Marco, the ever-so-gentleman, bent down to softly kiss her hand. He looked up at her, his eyes mirroring her beauty. Then, he pinned the rose he had chosen on her dress.

The rose seemed to come alive on her gown, reflecting the grace of the lady who wore it.

The man, who was usually economical with words, huskily murmured, “No flower could ever outshine your beauty.”

His words made Loraine blush. She quickly brushed his hand away, teasingly reprimanding him, “Smooth talker.”

But she couldn’t help touching the rose gently, her heart swelling with a warm feeling.

Marco, aware of her reserved nature, decided to drop the sweet talk. He courteously pulled out the chair for her, inviting her to sit.

Loraine accepted his offer with a pleased smile. As she glanced at the restaurant’s interior, a glimmer of recognition flickered in her eyes.

The restaurant stood out with its abundance of considerate details, which were not commonly found in such establishments. Suspecting that

Marco had made prior arrangements, especially with the talkative waiter’s interference, she couldn’t help but wonder if everything had been planned in advance.

Lost in her pondering, she barely noticed Marco taking his seat opposite her, their gazes accidentally locking and igniting sparks in the air.

Marco, with his refined hand, extended the menu to her.