My Sweetheart

Kathy involuntarily turned to look over. It was Jaydon.

The shop was somewhat small. It was hard for the shopkeeper who stood behind the counter to hand the bouquets to Jaydon. So Kathy took the flowers and wanted to help give it to him.

Today, Jaydon was wearing a white shirt. His straightened clothes were a little loose and his chin was faintly green with stubble. He looked tired and had probably worked overtime.

He didn't take it. Instead, he scratched his hair and said awkwardly, "It is for you. Kathy, happy birthday."

Happy birthday?

Kathy was confused for a long time before she remembered that today was her birthday.

This morning, her mother also asked her to return home early to celebrate on WeChat, but she refused because she had to work overtime.

Kathy withdrew her hand and held the bouquet. She heard the shopkeeper's excited voice, "So it's for you!"

To Kathy, his simple sentence seemed to imply something else.

After thanking him, she looked down and quickly walked out of the flower shop. She heard that the rolling door behind her was falling. In an instant, the surroundings became quiet.

Jaydon followed her out without saying anything.

In the hazy night, there were two figures with a bouquet of flowers.

It was a pure feeling, as if they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Kathy stopped and turned around. "Do you work overtime, too?"

"Yes." Jaydon nodded with deep-set eyes in the night.

For a moment, Kathy almost drowned in his eyes.

Even the eyes were so similar.

"Are you hungry?" Kathy blurted out, "Do you want a night feast?"

but laugh, "Of course, I want to if

She involuntarily nodded when she met Jaydon's

to his car and took out a small

a small ice cream cake on dry ice. It might melt in a

"Actually, I didn't expect there to be an operation. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been in

seemed to

said, "Then you didn't expect me to be

sat in in the passenger seat in silence and said indifferently, "Men wait for women. It is

steering wheel paused. She glanced at Jaydon whose

like a springtime breeze. She felt good

quickly cooked two bowls of

how much she could eat,

seem to hear a

was

haven't rested for three days and nights. I

day

not set the alarm clock. It was almost noon when

daze and suddenly found a person sitting on the sofa of the living room. Immediately, all her sleepiness

fine day and

sat casually on the camel-colored carpet, concentrating on

many kinds. There were goose-yellow carnations, red roses and baby's breath.

of a craftsman, and even worse, he

flowers one by one into the vase. His back was covered with a golden

picture. And his every move would vitalize this picture that should have been still like an oil painting. Even Kathy, who was around him,

the coffee table and lazily turned around. His thin lips curved slightly, revealing a whole row of white teeth, "Good morning,

Kathy replied

made him somewhat

what he wanted to say, so she turned

to me. Only a few words." Jaydon firmly stopped her. "I kept watching at you when you slept on the plane to Europe. I'm thinking

his long legs and slowly pulled her into his embrace. His chin rubbed against her head, and he