The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 503

She was so used to rejecting everyone's advances, so accustomed to sealing herself inside a safe, impenetrable shell.

Her dry lips parted, and the words, "There's no need to trouble yourself," were right on the tip of her tongue.

But as her gaze drifted through the shop's bright floor-to-ceiling windows, she noticed something under the massive banyan tree across the street.

A black, bulletproof SUV with out-of-town plates was parked quietly in the shade.

The window was rolled halfway down, and Gideon, dressed in a dark gray custom shirt, was leaning back against the leather seat.

His gaze pierced through the distance of the street like a physical force, locked squarely on the interior of the flower shop, on her, and on Vincent Shaw, who was bending over to move the boxes.

Staring at that intense, brooding glare, Anya's words from a few days ago suddenly echoed in Nora's mind.

"He must really love you."

The phrase spun and magnified in her head like a tiny splinter lodged in her flesh—impossible to pull out, yet constantly throbbing with a dull ache.

Nora forcibly swallowed her rejection.

She turned her head and watched Vincent's somewhat slender but determined back as he lifted the heavy box.

For the first time, she didn't stop him. Instead, she stepped out from behind the counter and walked steadily over to his side.

Using her deformed, scarred hands, Nora picked up a clean towel from a nearby table and offered it to him.

"Thank you, Vincent."

Her voice was very soft, a faint curve gracing her lips.

"It's hot out. Wipe your sweat. You can just put the rest of the boxes by the display shelf."

Hearing her thank him, Vincent visibly paused, a flash of flattered joy lighting up his eyes.

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