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?"

laugh, "Of course, I want to

nodded when she met

car and took out a small

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

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

to be

expect

the passenger seat in silence and

paused. She glanced at Jaydon whose face was still carrying a gentle

She felt good every time he was

bowls of

that how much she could

Why did she seem to hear a faint mockery in his

was

stay here tonight? I haven't rested for three days and nights. I might

day was

did not set the alarm clock. It was almost noon when she

a daze and suddenly found a person sitting on the sofa of the

a fine day and the living room bathed

on the camel-colored carpet, concentrating on putting flowers into

night, which had many kinds. There were goose-yellow carnations, red roses and baby's breath. They were not well-trimmed

craftsman, and even worse, he was a

the vase. His back was covered with a golden yellow glow as the sun

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

of the coffee table and lazily turned around.

replied with a faint

wrinkled, which made him somewhat embarrassed. However, his expression was very relaxed and calm.

to know what he wanted to say, so she turned to the kitchen

watching at you when you slept on the plane to Europe. I'm thinking that you'll be the only one in my

paused for a moment, then walked over with his long legs and slowly pulled her into his embrace. His chin rubbed against her head, and he said gently, "Kathy, let's give it a try, shall