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Buying Her Flowers.

Author: Xee write
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-20 23:07:57
Chapter 10.

A smile stretched the corners of Rosealba’s lips as she moved closer and confirmed that it was Drystan. It was indeed him standing at the door of her store. How did he find her?

She hurriedly opened the door, her actions filled with surprise and merriment.

“You’re here,” Rosealba said, her voice laced with surprise and the faintest hint of happiness.

Drystan smiled a rare and tender expression that softened the sharp lines of his face. The smile wasn’t just for her—it was for himself, too. An acknowledgment of the warmth she awakened in the cold chambers of his soul.

Rosealba’s worries seemed to dissolve in the light of that smile, unaware that he didn’t know he was capable of offering something so gentle.

Drystan’s eyes traced the curve of her form, lingering on every detail and her words fell on deaf ears, turning into a distant hum as he savored the sight before him.

God, she looked perfect. Her blonde hair which was packed in a messy ponytail complemen
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