Reba felt a wave of emotion upon hearing those words. Over the years, Mio must have been surrounded by women, yet he seemed perpetually unhappy, always alone.


    "Mio, do you really love me?" she asked softly.


    "Do you still doubt that I love you, Reba? If I had known I would meet you one day, I wouldn''t have lived so recklessly back then. Now, do you truly not mind?" Mio thought about his dark past, filled with regret.


    Reba was pure and untarnished, while he had been with so many women. It was his greatest regret in life. Back then, in his ambition to climb higher, he had allowed himself to be someone he despised.


    "If I said I minded, would that change anything? What''s done is done. If you''re really afraid I''ll mind, then treat me so well that I''ll forget it all," Reba replied.


    Reba had always been someone with high standards when it came to choosing a partner. If not for falling for Mio against her own expectations, she''d never have chosen someone like him.


    Love was such a mysterious thing-it could make you fall for someone you once despised. Love could forgive everything.


    "Reba, I''m so happy. I really am," Mio said, his voice trembling with emotion.


    "You don''t have a family. From now on, I''ll be your family," Reba said, suddenly understanding the things Mio had done in the past. What he had truly longed for deep inside was a family.


    "Reba, I... I want to kiss you. May I?" Mio asked hesitantly. In their rtionship so far, the most intimate moments they''d shared were holding hands and hugging.


    Because she was the woman he loved, he cherished her deeply. Even kissing felt like a sacred act to him.


    Reba looked at him as if he were a child timidly asking his parents for candy, afraid of being refused.


    "Did you ask those other women for permission before you kissed them too?" she teased.


    "I''ve never kissed their lips, Reba. You''re not them, and I won''t let youpare yourself to them," Mio said seriously.


    Reba found him to be such a contradiction. How could someone like him still have his first kiss?


    Without answering, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips gently against his. Mio felt a tremor run through his heart. Wrapping his arms around her slender waist, he deepened the kiss.


    Not far away, Nora had been hoping Mio would chase after her. When she turned back for onest nce, she saw the two of them embracing and kissing in the sunlight.


    The golden rays bathed them in warmth, making them look like a perfect match. That was the only thought in Nora''s mind.


    She had to admit, Mio and that woman were truly well-suited for each other. Nora had held a bit of resentment, but seeing this scene, she suddenly let it all go.


    During her time with Mio, he rarely smiled. His entire being seemed steeped in sadness.


    She had once thought she could be the one to change him, but now that person had arrived.


    Boss, be happy.


    Nora wiped away her tears. The reason she had stayed in the first ce was because she saw how lonely he was, and she wanted to keep himpany.


    Now that another woman would be there for him, he wouldn''t be alone anymore, and it was time for her to leave.


    This time, her steps felt much lighter. After all, loving someone didn''t always mean you had to be with them, did it?


    The wind chime hanging at the flower shop''s door jingled softly, as if ying a melody for their love.


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    After the kiss, Mio released her, his heart still pounding wildly. He hadn''t known that kissing someone could feel so wonderful.


    Reba smiled slightly and leaned toward his ear. "Let me tell you a secret. That was my first kiss too."


    They exchanged smiles, realizing for the first time that love wasn''t the terrifying force they''d imagined.


    "I made some coffee. Try it," Mio said, handing her a cup.


    "I didn''t know you could do this," Reba remarked, surprised.


    "Life here is peaceful. I''ve had time to practice. Oh, and I recently learned how to bake cakes. I''ll make you some afternoon teater," Mio said, his tone calm and content.


    It was clear that Mio now lived a serene and tranquil life.


    "Mio, I heard from Aurora that you had a good chance to be the family head. Why did you give it up?" Reba asked curiously.


    "You leaving me made me realize how terrible I used to be. Aurora''s words during the meeting really struck a chord with me. Since we were both working to change the family, what did it matter who became the head?


    I came to understand that sometimes letting go can be a kind of happiness.


    Here, apart from missing you, I''ve never felt so at peace. For the first time, I can be myself without being someone else''s shadow," Mio said, the gloom between his brows finally lifting.


    No wonder Reba felt he had changed so much. His inner struggles had been resolved.


    "Do you n to stay here forever?"


    "Not necessarily. I opened the flower shop because you like flowers. I wanted to give you the most beautiful bouquets every day. I haven''t thought too far ahead. Reba, do you think Ick ambition?"


    Reba shook her head. "Of course not. Just be yourself. Whether you''re a florist or apany president, you''re just Mio to me."


    "Reba, you''re amazing," Mio said, pulling her into his arms.


    "Do what you want to do. I''ll always support you," Reba said, her heart aching for him.


    "Alright, then I''ll keep sending you flowers every day," Mio said happily. "It''s the thing that makes me happiest. I even learned a few new ways to wrap white roses online."


    "No wonder the bouquets you send have been looking more refinedtely. Did you wrap them yourself?"


    "Yes. I don''t know why, but I just want to give you flowers," he admitted.


    "Then... send me flowers for a lifetime."


    "With pleasure," Mio said, smiling brightly.


    From that day on, every morning at nine, Reba would receive a bouquet of flowers.


    Over the past month, her colleagues had grown ustomed to it.


    But this time, the person delivering the flowers wasn''t a courier-it was Mio himself.


    Along with the flowers, he brought her homemade breakfasts.


    On the first day, Reba was unaware it was him. When her secretary knocked on the


    door, she said, "Vice President, someone''s here with flowers for you."