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    The nine roses were elegantly arranged, their crimson petals appearing even more resplendent beneath the restaurant’s illumination.


    Norah’s turmoil dissipated instantly. Beholding the exquisite blooms, she found sce.


    “Thank you, honey.”


    “I’m delighted that you appreciate it.”


    Sean refrained from inquiring about Norah’s distress. Observing her profound admiration for the bouquet, he regretted not having done so sooner.


    Women often had a fondness for flowers, desserts, jewelry, handbags, and the like. However, Norah was somewhat distinctive; she also held a fondness for firearms and medicinal herbs. Sean had taken note of her preferences. They savored a delightful dinner.


    Norah cradled her cheeks, watching Sean’s deliberate consumption of the meal before him. His gestures exuded elegance, reminiscent of a nobleman.


    “Darling, do you not wish to inquire why I was perturbed?” She presumed her vexation was evident and anticipated Sean’s disregard.


    “I guess it undoubtedly stemmed from my actions. But you can be mad at me whenever you want,” Sean responded promptly, having rehearsed these words numerous times for this precise scenario.


    Norah’sughter erupted, her eyes gracefully arched in mirth. Initially incensed, Sean’s coaxing had swiftly pacified her, and the flowers had proven remarkably effective.


    She delicately brushed her fingertips against the scarlet rose petals, symbolic of ardor. Could this be the tangible evidence of his affection?


    Your imagination thrives at  punt


    Meanwhile, in a massage parlor, Derek found himself in unfamiliar territory. Anxious, he trailed behind Coen.


    Despite his past aversion to Norah, Derek had never ventured into such establishments.


    He was aware that illicit sex was avable under the guise of therapeutic massage.


    Coen said bluntly, “Derek, here’s a piece of advice. Treat your wife well at home, but enjoy yourself when you’re out.”


    Coen draped his arm around Derek’s shoulders, eximing, “Now that we’re free, pursuing happiness is a must.” He pointed to the young women seated in front of them and dered, “Choose any woman you like; she’ll be yours tonight.”


    Derek muttered, “I’m cool with anyone.”


    This was Derek’s first visit to a massage parlor, an outing arranged by his father-inw. The experience was both unsettling and thrilling for him.


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