NovelEnglishDora quickly assured she could handle it and pushed open the door and entered the room across from Lizetta's.
Lizetta settled back into her chair, her gaze drifting over the array of vitamins, pastries, and snacks piled on the
table. She looked at Jerand said, "These count as your second gift to me. | still haven't found a way to return
the favor for that bouquet you gavelast time. I'm really sorry about that."
She was reminded of the bouquet that got ruined by Remington right in front of Jerome, which made her feel
somewhat guilty.
Jerome, however, spoke up, "Last twasn't the first."
"Huh?" Lizetta was surprised.
Jerarched an eyebrow, "The first thing | ever gave you was a tube of anti-inflammatory ointment. | wonder if
you remember?"
That year, Jerhad personally visited the dance academy to scout for talent.
As his car entered the academy, the driver, not at his best, nearly hit a child who darted out unexpectedly.
At the critical moment, a slender figure rushed forward to pull the child to safety.
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When Jergot out of the car, he saw the girl and the child had both fallen to the ground.
The child was unharmed and quickly ran off, but the girl had twisted her ankle. Jerwanted to take her to the
infirmary, but she hastily waved him off and limped away.
Unexpectedly, he soon saw her again on the stage of the dance audition.
Despite her injury, she danced with more passion and grace than anyone else.
Later, he had the driver buy sointment, intending to personally deliver it to her, especially since he had
already decided to recruit her.
But he worried that personally delivering it might make her subject to misunderstandings among her peers,
suggesting she had gotten the position through personal connections rather than talent. So, he handed the
ointment to a passing student, asking them to give it to her.
Now, looking at Lizetta, Jerfelt a twinge of regret.
If he had personally delivered the cream back then, maybe they could have gotten acquainted sooner.
"The ointment." Lizetta faintly remembered.
She looked at Jerin surprise, "Ah! So it was your car that almost hit someone that day!"
Although their first encounter hadn't left a deep impression on her, she hadn't recognized him until now which
showed she didn't remember much about him.
But she did remember, and Jerfound this somewhat comforting. He smiled softly and nodded.
"The way you danced that day despite being injured, showedhow much you love dance and that you have a
strong character. | admire you."
He said he admired her, but there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.
Lizetta's eyelashes fluttered, and she tensed slightly, avoiding his gaze as she stood up, "I should go check on
how Dora is getting on."
She moved quickly, leaving Jersitting there, his gaze following her hasty retreat with a slight smile playing
on his lips.
He didn't press further but stood up, put on his gloves, and left the villa.
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Approaching the flower stand, he
retrieved an unused flowerpot from
underneath, transferring the
shattered flowers into the new pot
before carrying two pots back
inside.
Just a wall away, Remington's imposing figure was nearly buried in the thick snow, standing like a snowman.
Watching Jermove in and out
as if he owned the place stirred something in Remington. Suddenly, he clenched his fist and punched a nearby
tree, causing snow to cascade down upon him. S
The snow penetrated through his collar, chilling him to the bone and deepening his sense of loss.
But he couldn't move, realizing for the first tthat love could make one feel cowardly when faced with the
familiar.
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