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Lena wandered the streets, her steps aimless, lost in thought.
Her mind drifted back to a night from years past.
The drunk and enraged Drake had been wreaking havoc at home. She had hidden there until the chaos subsided in
the dead of night. Little did she know, as soon as she returned...
He covered her mouth, stretching his filthy hand into her clothes. Fear gripped her, and she trembled. The bastard's
heavy breathing lingered in her ears, the air filled with a thick, disgusting stench.
As he began to undress her, she struck back, her knee connecting with his groin.
He howled in pain, and she seized her chance, pushing him away and fleeing like a mad woman. She didn't return
home that night, deciding to hide in the nearby forest. Occasional animal calls punctuated the darkness. She held
herself, wanting to cry but unable to.
It was at that moment she first entertained the idea of running away... -
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLena's heart ached as she stood by the street. She walked into a bar, her expression blank. The colorful lights
reflecting on beer foam seemed like cruel taunts.
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Late at night, Lena dragged her weary body back home. The apartment was shrouded in darkness. As she entered,
the lights came on automatically.
She gasped!
Before her lay a living room strewn with rose petals. In the center stood an exquisite two-tiered cake, atop it a
sparkling crystal box.
For a moment, she was speechless and scanned the room. Then, strong arms enveloped her from behind.
The familiar scent of Chris brought her comfort.
"Do you like it?" He nuzzled her neck but soon frowned. "Have you been drinking?"
She hesitated briefly, then pushed him away with a smile.
"Lena..."
He began to speak but held his words.
He asked with a gentle smile, "Is this... too old-fashioned?"
"Hmm?" She gazed into his eyes.
In those eyes, she was everything. They were like stars, her entire world.
"I mean the cake and flowers." He tenderly patted her head. "I'm not well-versed in these things, in making a girl
happy... Even if it's old-fashioned, it's the most romantic idea I could come up with. If you don't like it, I'll try harder.
I'll think of an even more romantic way to make you smile!" Lena's eyes welled up with tears.
Chris took her hand and guided her to the cake, urging her to open the box.
Inside lay a stunning diamond ring. Its unique cut radiated a myriad of colors as if it held eternity within that one-in-
a-million pink diamond.
"Chris, you..." Lena looked at him in astonishment.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'm proposing."
She was considerably more sober now, her heart pounding.
"It's okay if you say no," he said, smiling softly. "I know I might not succeed on the first try, and I'm willing to be
patient."
Chris stared at her bright eyes with utmost seriousness, holding the pink diamond ring. "I didn't plan this proposal
for long—it was a bit rushed.
"Mainly because... this diamond is exceptionally rare. Pink diamonds are scarce, and finding one of this quality is
even rarer. So, I bought it as soon as I saw it."
Chris held her hands, thumb caressing the back of her hand.
He was genuinely nervous.
He took a deep breath and asked her earnestly, "W-Will you marry me?"
Tears streamed down Lena's cheeks.
After a long silence, she asked, "Chris, aren't you going to ask me why I've been drinking?"
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