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

nodded when she met Jaydon's

car and took

cream cake on dry ice. It

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

to be

expect

silence and said indifferently, "Men wait for women. It is

holding the steering wheel paused. She glanced at Jaydon

breeze. She

cooked two bowls of egg noodles. They finished eating

much she could eat, "It's so easy

did she seem to

was only

rested for three days and nights. I might die if I

next day was

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

sitting on the sofa of the

was a fine day and the

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

the bunch that Kathy bought last night, which had many kinds. There were goose-yellow carnations, red

of a craftsman, and even worse, he was a bit

flowers one by one into the vase. His back was covered

just like a picture. And his every move would vitalize this picture that should

finally put the crystal vase in the middle of the coffee table and lazily turned around. His thin lips curved slightly, revealing a whole

replied with a faint

wrinkled, which made him somewhat

say, so she turned to

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

into his embrace. His chin rubbed against her head, and he