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Chapter 62

    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lora shot me a knowing nce, her face brightening with a smile as she looked in my direction.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Oh, I wasn’t referring to that. Ms. York, you’re just too thin!” she said, taking the empty dishes to the kitchen.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I felt so stuffed that I had to wander around the 2,150–square–foot apartment to aid my digestion.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As I wandered into the kitchen out of boredom, I was surprised to find Lora preparing an impressive feast -chicken, duck, fish, and meat.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I was taken aback. “Lora, is all this food for me? There’s no way I can eat that much tonight!*</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Without looking up, Lora replied, “Mr. Wood ising for dinner. Since it’s my first time co want to make sure I prepare my best dishes.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I froze in ce. “Log… he’sing over?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lora smiled and asked, “Yes. Mr. Wood lives here, doesn’t he?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I waved</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">my</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">hands frantically. “No, no, no! He doesn’t live here. We’re not living together!”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lora waved her hand dismissively and went back to cleaning the chicken and duck.</font></font>This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Just as I was about to leave, I turned back and said, “Lora, Mr. Wood is like a brother to me. Jon is currently abroad, and he is just helping to look after me.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lora responded with a nomittal “oh” and returned to cleaning the duck as if she wasn’t fully convinced by my exnation.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">for him, I</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If I were a divorced woman in my mid–20s, I might not have been concerned about such a minor misunderstanding. But as an 18–year–old, the thought of being misinterpreted was far too embarrassing</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I paced nervously and added, “Lora, um… I really don’t have any rtionship with Mr. Wood.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">To strengthen my im, I gritted my teeth and confessed, “Actually, I’m married.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lora finally looked up from her work and scrutinized me for a moment before shaking her head. “You don’t look like it at all. Not even a little.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I rushed to rify, “But I really am married! My husband cheated on me, and I’m currently going through a</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">divorce.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lora pped her thigh and said, “That’s right! Divorce him! Get rid of that bad man and move on to someone better.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I was momentarily speechless.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As she cleaned up the meat and vegetables, she continued enthusiastically, “Ms. York, I’m only saying this because I consider you family. You can’t judge a man by his appearance alone. It’s not about what he says but what he truly does for you.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A woman needs to stay clear–headed and know what she wants. Don’t pin all your hopes on one man. Some men are terrible–they’ll take advantage of you, both emotionally and physically.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“When a woman invests too much and gets nothing in return, it can lead to despair. Those women are Just being foolish.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I quietly retreated, realizing I was exactly the kind of foolish woman Lora had been talking about. Sigh… everything felt soplicated.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When I returned to my room, the doorbell rang. Lora answered it and soon returned with arge bouquet of roses</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Beaming with excitement, she eximed, “Ms. York, look! Someone sent</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">you these flowers!”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The roses were a stunning mix of pink and white, featuring multipleyers of petals and a luxurious texture.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I recognized them from videos I had seen recently showcasing these extravagant and elegant roses. There were at least 50 or 60 roses in the bouquet.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lora remarked, “Mr. Wood really is good to you. He sent these roses even before arriving.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I stared at the bouquet with suspicion. This didn’t seem like something Logan would do–he wasn’t the type to send such shy and expensive flowers.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I searched the bouquet for a card but found nothing. “Why isn’t there a card?” I murmured.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lora quickly handed me a pair of scissors. ‘The house feels so empty and lifeless. M you arrange the flowers? It’ll brighten your mood.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">ik, why don’t</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I considered her suggestion and decided to go along with it. Just as I started unpacking the bouquet to arrange the flowers, the doorbell rang once more.</font></font>
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