The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 122

After dinner, Zane Whitaker went straight to the train station to wait for Elara Vance.

At the company, Zane commanded absolute authority. No one dared make him wait.

Consequently, he rarely waited for anyone.

But as long as the person he was waiting for was Elara Vance, his heart swelled with joy. He would wait as long as it took.

The train wasn't delayed.

Elara walked out of the station right on time.

She spotted Zane immediately.

In this unfamiliar city, stepping out of the station, someone was waiting for her.

People are strange creatures sometimes. It takes just an ordinary moment like this to move you deeply, to make you feel the warmth of the world.

Sometimes it's a bouquet of flowers, a touch of spring's vibrancy, or a small, effortless gesture of someone picking you up.

She could have easily taken a cab.

He really was... so good to her.

Looking at him, her gaze softened. "Thank you, Mr. Whitaker."

Zane smiled, naturally taking her suitcase and leading her toward the exit.

They looked just like a couple. As long as he didn't say otherwise, anyone passing by would assume they were lovers or husband and wife.

Ever since the street vendor in Stamford mistook them for a married couple, he had begun craving and savoring these moments. In a foreign city where they wouldn't run into anyone they knew, it was just the two of them. No need to keep a distance.

In these moments, his soul felt immensely satisfied, as if true happiness was finally within his grasp.

After all, he once believed he would never have this chance again.

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A high-end hotel. A top-tier suite.

The hotel staff brought up the luggage.

Noticing the faint exhaustion on her face, Zane stopped at her door and bid her goodnight.

Elara was indeed tired. She had been working with her team to prepare all the necessary materials for tomorrow's meetings.

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