Can’t Win Me Back

In a flash, two days passed, and it was Jonah's birthday.

Last night, Solana City had its first snowfall of the winter.

That day, a thin blanket of white clung to the branches outside the window like newly bloomed lilacs, creating a serene and romantic atmosphere.

"Dr. Lovelace, the white roses you ordered have arrived." Julien was in the midst of studying Jasper's medical records and scans when he saw a nurse standing before him with a huge bouquet of white roses.

Only then did he realize that it was time to get off work.

"Thank you.

Just leave it on the tea table." He smiled so brightly that the smile reached his eyes.

His face looked far more captivating than the snowy scene out the window.

The young nurse looked at Julien, blushing.

Out of curiosity, she couldn't help but ask, "Dr. Lovelace, the roses you bought are beautiful.

Who are you giving them to?" Julien stretched his back.

His eyes twinkled brightly as a flush of pink came across his cheeks.

"It's for my lover.

It's his birthday today." Excitement came across the nurse's face.

"I-Is it Mr. Jonah?" "Who else could it be?" With a smitten smile on his face, Julien answered frankly and openly.

He didn't try to hide anything.

Jonah was the most handsome man in the world.

the apple of his eye and

went so that he could flaunt

profile? He had been through so much to find his dream man

certainly not going to

romantic!"

Jonah have to be happy together, always!" Jonah opened

with their initials carved on

the tips of his fingers gently across the refined

his eyes, he

his hand and cradling the bouquet of roses in his arms, Julien hurriedly made

toward the sports

thunderous engine roared to life without warning, shattering the icy

him as he instinctively raised an arm

second, a black vehicle lunged at him, roaring toward him like

to jump out of the

arms, scattering

piercing screech echoed as the car screeched

rapid breaths, cold sweat beading

the initial shock subsided, he

of the black car swung open, and

face and an air of menace that followed him as he walked toward Julien, each

"You... You're..." Julien stuttered.

at this man who looked familiar

stepping on a

picked up the greeting card that had fallen from

icy eyes, he glanced at the delicate handwriting on

the world holds countless beautiful things,

eternal flame, I will