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Chapter 844: I'm Staying Over 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," Rebecca 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, Rebecca had been acting like her soul had been whisked away.

This was Mio's second visit to Rebecca's office. The last time, they had stripped away each other's masks and ended up parting on bad terms. But this time, was in great spirits. As he entered, he saw Rebecca buried behind her computer, 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," said, breaking the silence. Rebecca'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?" teased, his gaze sweeping over the room filled with white roses. Swere wilting, others had already withered.

"You didn't throw them away?" he asked, surprised that Rebecca 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," Rebecca admitted, her cheeks tinged with a rosy blush.

"Good girl," 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 madecoffee?" "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," Rebecca said, taking a sip. "I love this flavor-it's special because you made it." "From tomorrow on, I'll bring you breakfast. Skipping breakfast isn't good for you," said, his voice filled with concern.

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

"That's true. But have you thought about taking a break? I'm not working right now, but I've made sinvestments over the years. Maybe I can't compare 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?" 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. Lila is still young, Phil is in Clothville, Julian has his own business, and my grandfather is aging. I can't let my mom handle the company all by herself." "If it ever gets too much for you, just take a break. Whatever you decide, I'll always support you," 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," 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," Rebecca said, her voice trembling.

"Alright," 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?" Rebecca asked.

"Do you think I run the shop for money? It's just flowers. If someone wants to steal or rob them, they're welcto. Besides, there's hardly any business. My flowers bloom only for you." "Such sweet talk," Rebecca said, laughing. In the past, she would have found such words nauseating, but coming from Mio, they felt incredibly sweet.

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"Well... since you broughtcoffee, I'll give you one," Rebecca said, leaning in. She aimed for his cheek, but turned his head at the last moment, and her kiss landed on his lips instead.

Their lips met, and the gentle kiss quickly turned passionate. Rebecca felt herself melting under his touch. "I'll try to leave work early tonight," she said, her heart fluttering.

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

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

"Of course you can stay, if you want to," 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, Rebecca couldn't help but laugh. Was he really this innocent? All she wanted was to spend the night at his place, and he was acting like a bashful schoolboy.

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

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

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

"As long as you don't start hatingmore and more, I'm happy," said with a soft laugh: 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," Rebecca 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," Rebecca said suddenly.

"You can wear mine," he offered.

"Sure." handed her a set of his silk pajamas. Rebecca 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, playfully 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? Miam quickly opened the door, only to En 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.

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