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    Flossie inhaled lightly, striving to maintain her dignity in his presence.


    Levy let out a soft sigh. “Flossie, I’m not the right guy for you. It’s better to end things sooner rather thanter.”


    Flossie looked down, her hands clutching the seatbelt tightly. She stayed quiet for a long time.


    Levy waited patiently for her answer.


    She raised her head once more and said, “Levy, what if I told you it doesn’t bother me? Your past is just that—the past—and it’s different from where we are now.”


    Flossie’s eyes, shaped like crescent moons, seemed pure and calm, soothing anyone who looked at them closely. When she gathered the courage to speak, her eyes sparkled with strength and hope. In this moment, she was truly captivating.


    Levy let out a soft chuckle, ncing downward. Was it really possible to overlook the past? He, himself, couldn’t. Levy knew his own ws all too well.


    Flossie’s attempt to clean his shirt and then offer to pay for it seemed so old-fashioned to him, and he saw right through her intentions. Yet, seeing the sincere girl trying to talk things out peacefully, he found it somewhat charming and decided to let her be.


    Others’ meddling had yed a part in bringing them together. She had not denied it, and he had yed along—particrly since he was single at the time. Those covered in dirt always find purity more appealing.


    Had Levy known about Flossie’s connection to Ellie from the very beginning, he would have stayed out of it entirely.


    “Someone once told me the average time my ex-girlfriendsst is about half a month.”


    Levy opened the car door, his face soft, yet his gaze behind the gold-rimmed sses remained distant. “Please leave the car.”


    It was over. There was no going back now.


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    The Bentley drove off without a second thought.


    Flossie stood on the curb, the weight of the situation pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. It was only when a sudden breeze swept through the air that she realized she was still wearing Levy’s suit jacket, long after everything had happened. The jacket held his distinct scent, and the realization of its presence felt like a cruel reminder of everything that had just urred.


    “Hey, what’s going on? Why are you crying?” A student from the Chemistry Department passed by, recognizing Flossie. He quickly handed her a tissue.


    “It’s nothing, I’m alright,” Flossie replied, quickly wiping away her tears. She adjusted the jacket around her shoulders, trying to regain herposure.


    Levy had asked her if she was familiar with his past rtionships. Flossie hadn’t been honest with him. She was fully aware of his history. It wasn’t hard to find details about Levy’s past, considering he was a rising star in the business world. morous, lively, eye-catching, alluring, and confident… each of his former lovers had been like a fully bloomed red rose, captivatingly beautiful, impossible to ignore.


    And then there was Flossie—in, ordinary, nothing like them. She wasn’t what he was used to. She had never been.


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