With a helpless shrug, Loraine joined Jennie, epting the offered drink. As she took a tentative sip,


    her mind drifted into contemtion.


    Waving her hand to catch Loraine’s attention, Jennie voiced her concern, “Something’s off, Lorrie. You


    seem different! What’s up?”


    Easing Jennie’s hand away, Loraine sighed, “We’re in a Bryant Group property.”


    Taken aback, Jennie responded, “The Bryant Group owns such vast assets?


    They’re wealthier than I assumed.”


    This high-end hotel was a preferred choice for the affluent to host their celebrations. Despite frequent


    visits, Jennie was unaware of its ownership. Her introduction to this venue came from Cayson.


    On the thought of Cayson, a sudden curiosity bloomed in Jennie. Did he know this was a Bryant Group


    establishment?


    She assumed he didn’t. If he did, he wouldn’t have brought Loraine here.


    Her musings were interrupted by a knock at the door. Cayson called out,


    “Lorrie, are you ready?”


    Loraine replied and guided Jennie out.


    There stood Cayson, poised at the door, a soft white suit framing him.


    A few locks of hair fell in front of his eyes, softening his gaze.


    As he spotted Loraine, his eyes sparkled with astonishment. He stood straight, revealed a lush bouquet


    of red roses he’d been concealing, and presented it to Loraine with reverence.


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    Loraine was torn. She hadn’t anticipated this from Cayson. Hadn’t he forsaken his quest for her?


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    Yet, the sight of those roses sparked memories of simr ones Marco had once given her…


    With a soothing tone, Cayson assured her, “Lorrie, consider these flowers as a token of friendship.


    Don’t read too much into it.”


    At the sight of Loraine and Cayson’s interaction, even the typically oblivious Jennie sensed something


    was amiss. She eximed, “Oh my,


    Cayson, how romantic! But why does Lorrie get the flowers? What about me? Am I not a friend too?”


    Seeing her friende to her aid, Loraine shot Jennie a grateful look.


    yfully, she suggested, “It seems the flowers are a gift for us both.


    Jennie, let’s share them.”


    Stunned, Cayson’s eyes momentarily revealed disappointment, which he promptly masked with a grin.