The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 463

The town's streetlights were dim, casting his tall silhouette into a long shadow on the pavement.

"Gideon, do you honestly think this is a fun game?"

Nora's voice was like ice. "You think coming here to put on this deeply affectionate act and doing a few chores will make me weep with gratitude and go running back with you?"

He listened to her hostile interrogation, his eyes darkening.

"I'm not acting. I just want to stay by your side. You can chase me away, but I'll still be right here."

Nora scoffed.

"Suit yourself."

She reached her front door, unlocked it, slipped inside, and slammed the stiff wooden door shut with a loud bang, locking him out completely.

Gideon stood before the closed door.

He raised his hand, wanting to knock, but ultimately just pressed his palm flat against the cold wood.

...

Afternoons in Port Blossom were always long and sluggish.

Sunlight filtered through the old sycamore leaves, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestone streets.

The air held the faintly sweet scent of lilies mixed with damp earth, while the occasional rattle of an old bicycle chain echoed from the corner. Everything felt quiet and mundane.

Nora leaned against the flower cabinet, using a special pair of small scissors in her left hand to slowly trim a fresh batch of red roses.

"Nora, I finished tying up those two grand opening baskets Carl next door ordered."

Anya was crouching on the floor, carefully wiping mud off the rims of the planters with a damp cloth.

Beads of sweat clung to the younger girl's forehead, but her voice was cheerful. "I'll run them over around three o'clock."

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