For someone like her, deliveries were usually signed for at the reception desk. But when they learned the roses were sent by Mio, an exception was made. The delivery person was instructed to hand the roses directly to her every day.


    "Let him in," Reba said without looking up from her work.


    "You can go in," the secretary told the visitor. The president would undoubtedly be pleased to see him. Lately, Reba had been acting like her soul had been whisked away.


    This was Mio''s second visit to Reba''s office. Thest time, they had stripped away each other''s masks and ended up parting on bad terms. But this time, Mio was in great spirits. As he entered, he saw Reba buried behind herputer, busy with documents. He couldn''t help but remember his own life when he once lived like this. "Miss, these are your flowers. Please sign for them," Mio said, breaking the silence. Reba''s pen paused mid-stroke. "You... why are you here?" she asked, her face lighting up with unmistakable delight. Yesterday, she had spent the entire day at Mio''s flower shop. They''d shared a candlelit dinner by the seaside before he dropped her off at home. She hadn''t expected to see him again so soon-let alone delivering flowers himself.


    "Are you unhappy to see me?" Mio teased, his gaze sweeping over the room filled with white roses. Some were wilting, others had already withered.


    "You didn''t throw them away?" he asked, surprised that Reba had kept the flowers for so long.


    "Even though you didn''t leave a single card, I knew they were from you. Knowing that, I couldn''t bear to throw them away," Reba admitted, her cheeks tinged with a rosy blush.


    "Good girl," Mio praised, setting a thermos on her desk. "Here''s a reward: a cup of hot coffee. I just brewed it and brought it over. It should still be warm."


    "You even made me coffee?"


    "Of course. You liked it yesterday, so I made you a cup to help you stay energized."


    "Perfect timing. I overslept this morning and didn''t have breakfast. This warm coffee is perfect," Reba said, taking a sip. "I love this vor-it''s special because you made it." "From tomorrow on, I''ll bring you breakfast. Skipping breakfast isn''t good for you," Mio said, his voice filled with concern.


    "You used to work as hard as I do. You know how busy we get," Reba sighed.


    "That''s true. But have you thought about taking a break? I''m not working right now, but I''ve made some investments over the years. Maybe I can''tpare to your family''s wealth, but I have enough to take care of you for a lifetime. Why don''t we just run away together?" Mio said, gently wrapping his arms around her. He couldn''t stand seeing her work so hard.


    "Mio, you know it''s not about the money. L is still young, Phil is in Clothville, Julian has his own business, and my grandfather is aging. I can''t let my mom handle thepany all by herself."


    "If it ever gets too much for you, just take a break. Whatever you decide, I''ll always support you," Mio said, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair. To him, it was the best fragrance in the world.


    "Mio, I wish I had met you sooner."


    "Why?"


    "Then you wouldn''t have been lonely for so long."


    "I''m not lonely now that I have you," Mio whispered, kissing her neck.


    They were in the throes of new love, where even a single kiss could ignite a fire. "Mio, stop. We''re in the office," Reba said, her voice trembling.


    "Alright," Mio said, unwilling to push her into anything she wasn''t ready for. "I''ll leave now and pick you up after work."


    "Isn''t the flower shop just you right now? Don''t you need to stay and watch it?" Reba asked.


    "Do you think I run the shop for money? It''s just flowers. If someone wants to steal or rob them, they''re wee to. Besides, there''s hardly any business. My flowers bloom only for you."


    "Such sweet talk," Reba said,ughing. In the past, she would have found such words nauseating, buting from Mio, they felt incredibly sweet.


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    "You can make it even sweeter with a kiss," Mio teased.


    "Well... since you brought me coffee, I''ll give you one," Reba said, leaning in. She aimed for his cheek, but Mio turned his head at thest moment, and her kissnded on his lips instead.


    Their lips met, and the gentle kiss quickly turned passionate. Reba felt herself melting under his touch.


    "I''ll try to leave work early tonight," she said, her heart fluttering.


    "Good," Mio replied, feeling something stir within him for the first time. No woman had ever made him feel this way before.


    Their rtionship felt like uncharted territory-kissing in the car, over dinner, whenever they parted. Their affection grew rapidly, though Mio never pushed her beyond herfort zone. On the contrary, it was Reba who often felt breathless from his kisses. That evening, after dinner at his apartment, Mio offered to take her home. "What''s the rush to send me away? I''m not leaving tonight. I''m staying over," Reba said with a teasing smile.


    "Of course you can stay, if you want to," Mio replied, suddenly shy. "You can sleep in the master bedroom, and I''ll take the guest room. I''ll go tidy it up now."


    Watching his ears turn red, Reba couldn''t help butugh. Was he really this innocent? All she wanted was to spend the night at his ce, and he was acting like a bashful schoolboy.


    For Mio, this was his first real rtionship. In the past, love had been a game, a hunt. But now, with Reba, he understood the joy of it.


    When she followed him into the guest room and saw him carefully making the bed, Reba hugged him from behind.


    "Mio, I think I''m falling for you more and more," she murmured.


    "As long as you don''t start hating me more and more, I''m happy," Mio said with a softugh. He loved the feeling of her arms around him. It made him feel like he was no longer alone.


    "How could I? I''ll love you for the rest of my life," Reba said, resting her head against his back.


    "Alright," he replied.


    Once the bed was ready, they curled up on the sofa to watch TV. The show didn''t matter-what mattered was being with each other.


    "Mio, I didn''t bring any pajamas," Reba said suddenly.


    "You can wear mine," he offered.


    "Sure."


    Mio handed her a set of his silk pajamas. Reba went to his room to freshen up. The room was spotless, not at all like a typical man''s room. It had a clean and elegant vibe.


    She soaked in his bathtub, used his body wash, and even picked up his razor, yfully pretending to shave her face. She felt like a curious child, exploring every corner and imagining his daily routine.


    When she finished, she went to the guest room and knocked on the door. "Mio." "Yes? What''s wrong?" Mio quickly opened the door, only to freeze when he saw her. She was wearing only his oversized pajama top, which barely covered her hips, leaving her long legs exposed.


    "You... why aren''t you wearing pants?" he stammered, quickly turning away.


    "They''re too long. This is morefortable. Tonight, I''m sleeping with you," Reba said boldly, climbing into his bed and patting the spot beside her. "Come on."