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    Rxing after the meal, she reclined contentedly and savored a sip of wine.


    Turning to Norton, she expressed her gratitude. “Thank you, Norton. Tonight’s dinner was delightful.”


    Norton responded with few words, his smile conveying his pleasure.


    He thought to himself how simple it was to make her happy at times. Later, Yvonne enjoyed some fruit prepared by their housekeeper and browsed through her phone, feeling quite pleased.


    Norton was the first to head upstairs.


    Yvonne spected that he might be either taking a shower or attending to some work.


    Shortly thereafter, he returned downstairs.


    Yvonne looked up, startled by the sound of footsteps. “What brought you back down so soon?”


    Norton approached her deliberately, one step at a time.


    He cleared his throat and said, “Yvonne.”


    She responded, “Yes? What’s up?”


    His grave and somewhat anxious demeanor struck her as unusual. “You seem really intense… and a bit anxious. What’s going on?”


    Norton adjusted his tie, his breaths shallow and uneven.


    “Do you have something on your mind?” Yvonne guessed, noting his difort.


    “Absolutely not!” he responded quickly.


    Yvonne was momentarily speechless. “Well, if there’s nothing—” But before she could finish her sentence, he presented her with arge bouquet of roses.


    The roses were encased in ck tulle, creating a stark contrast that was, frankly, rather unsightly.


    The bouquet was sorge that it obscured her face as Norton held it out to her.


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    “You…” Yvonne was taken aback, speechless.


    She hadn’t realized his awkward behavior was simply his way of preparing to surprise her with flowers.


    “Are these for me?” she asked, still in disbelief.


    Without a word, he firmly ced the bouquet in her arms.


    As she inhaled the fragrance of the roses, it all seemed too surreal to her.


    Next, Norton handed her a box. Setting the bouquet aside, Yvonne cautiously opened it, mindful of his earlier questionable aesthetic choice…


    To her astonishment, the box revealed something extraordinary.


    Her eyes lit up with delight. “Oh my God, Norton! Is this the new limited-edition Hermes? You’re incredible!”


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