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?"

course, I want

when she met Jaydon's

returned to his car and took out a small box,

cream cake on dry ice. It might melt in

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

seemed to be

smiled and said, "Then you didn't expect me to be working overtime, did

sat in in the passenger seat in silence and said

paused. She glanced at Jaydon whose

man was like a springtime breeze. She felt good every

they arrived at the apartment, Kathy quickly cooked two bowls of egg noodles. They finished

that how much she could eat, "It's so easy to

felt slightly embarrassed. Why did she seem to hear a faint mockery in his

Jaydon was

tonight? I haven't rested for three days and nights. I might die if I drive." Jaydon

day

did not set the alarm clock. It was almost noon

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

a fine day and the living room bathed in

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

many kinds. There were goose-yellow carnations, red roses

be much of a craftsman, and even worse, he was a

he was patient enough to arrange those flowers one by one into the vase.

every move would vitalize this picture that should have been still like an oil painting.

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

morning." Kathy replied with

beard on his chin was a little dense and his shirt was wrinkled, which made him somewhat

he wanted to say, so she

you when you slept on the plane to Europe. I'm thinking that you'll

embrace. His chin rubbed against her head, and he said gently, "Kathy, let's give