Actually, the flowers were prepared by Rose early on. She knew this would be a winning battle. With


    Ss around, victory was assured.


    After anonymously sending the flowers, Rose quietly walked toward the parking lot alone.


    Her long eyshes fluttered, and so did her heart.


    Ss was dressed sharply in a prosecutor''s sleek ck suit in the courtroom. He passionately debated,


    forcing the viins to show their true sides.


    When Rose recalled his heroic demeanor, her cheeks gradually flushed, and her heart pounded


    uncontrobly.


    "Since you''re here, shouldn''t you at least say hello before leaving, Ms. Emerson?" a familiar and clear


    voice came from behind.


    Rose suddenly stopped in her tracks. After taking a deep breath, she slowly turned around.


    Ss, still dressed in his prosecutor''s uniform, stood tall and straight. He then walked up to her. "Also,


    shouldn''t you tell me what the flowers you sent me mean?"


    Calming herself, Rose met his bright gaze. "Sunflowers symbolize victory."


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    "Oh, I thought it was because you like me," Ss said, tilting his head slightly and leaning toward her.


    Rose''s heart skipped a beat. She smiled, "You''re quite funny, Mr. Taylor."


    "Am I?"


    Ss'' breath hitched slightly as he stared into her eyes. "Are you not giving me the wrong impression


    again? Last time, it was a kiss. This time flowers. What will it be next? I''m a bit curious."


    "Well, you can be curious. There won''t be a next time anyway." Rose felt inexplicably irritable. She


    turned around to leave.


    Suddenly, Ss pinned her against the wall. His muscr arms made his suit appear slightly taut. "Ms.


    Emerson, what are you doing? Teasing me? Is this fun?"


    He had been single his whole life and hadn''t seen how people flirted, so the words that came out of his


    mouth were quite harsh.


    Rose smiled. "What''s wrong, Mr. Taylor? You can''t handle it?"


    Ss''petitive spirit suddenly red up. He smirked. "You haven''t started the game yet. How do you


    know I can''t handle it?


    "Ms. Emerson, you saidst time that you didn''t mind ying the game of love with me. I''m naturally a


    person who enjoys seeking thrills. If you don''t want to be serious, then I can y along until the end."


    Rose''s heart sank, and a bitterness spread in her chest.


    She knew Ss was a good man. After this, she might not get another chance to encounter such a


    man.


    But with her broken family and her outwardly morous yet internally rotten self, did she really deserve


    him?


    Moreover, he wasn''t just anyone. He was Alyssa''s brother, after all.


    She didn''t deserve love. She didn''t want to hold him back, but she really...


    "Mr. Taylor, since you''ve already said that, it wouldn''t be polite of me not to ept your challenge,"


    Rose replied, dispelling the darkness in her heart.


    She smiled charmingly as she hooked her little finger with his. "It''s just a game, with no real feelings


    involved. Let''s pinky promise."


    Ss lowered his eyes.


    She pursed her lips, feeling a bit resentful.


    However, at that moment, Ss took off the gold badge he had worn on his chest for nearly ten years,


    then took her hand and ced the badge in her palm.