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    Out of the corner of his eye, Moses saw Zack standing there, unmoving.


    Furious, he shouted, “Aren’t you going to stop me?” Did Zack really want to watch him get beaten by Nate?


    Zack answered calmly, “You told me not to stop you.”


    “You—” Moses was so angry he felt lightheaded. He turned and kicked the car tire twice in frustration.


    “The real issue isn’t Nate,” Zack said, his tone pointed. “If Nate won’t let us in, maybe someone else will.”


    Moses’ eyes brightened. “You’re right! If Nate won’t let us in, Corrine definitely will!”


    He quickly pulled out his phone. “I’ll call and check where the cake is now!”


    When Nate walked into the house, he was met with a room full of balloons. His heart softened at the sight.


    Candles lined the entrance, guiding the way to the living room.


    In the center of the room, arge bouquet of roses caught his eye.


    Flowers weremon, especially red roses—the ssic symbol of love.


    But these roses, given by the woman he loved most, felt unique.


    Still, nothingpared to Corrine herself.


    She wore a white fishtail dress that clung to her slender frame, highlighting her curves perfectly.


    Her long hair was pinned up, with one loose strand falling over her forehead, giving her an effortless, yet elegant look.


    The soft candlelight highlighted her wless face, as if it had been carved from jade. Her lips, painted red, curled into a gentle, warm smile as she held out a bouquet of lisianthus. “You’re home.”


    Nate nodded, his gaze fixed on her, never wavering.


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    Corrine took a step forward and handed him the flowers. “Happy birthday.”


    When their eyes locked, the intensity in his gaze made her feel as if she’d been burned. She quickly looked away, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.


    Nate continued to lock eyes with Corrine without reaching for the bouquet. Her grip on the flowers tightened, a flicker of uncertainty shing in her eyes. Her voice was cautious, almost tentative. “You… don’t like it?”


    The quiet vulnerability in her tone jolted Nate back to the moment. He registered her anxious expression and quickly took the bouquet from her hands. “I like it.”


    As the words left his lips, they felt inadequate, as if they didn’t carry the weight of what he truly wanted to convey. Scrambling to make up for it, he added, “I like it very much. Really.”


    Atst, Corrine let out a quiet sigh of relief.


    This was the first time she had ever nned a surprise for a man. She had agonized over every detail, fearing he might not appreciate it. But how could he not?


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