Back then, the roses had made Winona so happy.
Maybe they still would…
She had rejected the roses he sent a few days ago, but that was different. He had sent an assistant. This time, he would give them to her himself. Surely, that would mean something.
He looked up and saw that Elvis and Winona had already walked a short distance down the road to their right. They were completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to his presence.
Tyson gritted his teeth, clutched the bouquet, and strode after them.
He was closing the distance. Just as he was about to call out, “Nona,” several bodyguards materialized out of nowhere and slammed him to the ground.
“Let me go! Nona!” Tyson yelled, struggling against their grip as he watched her retreating back.
The roses tumbled from his hands, scattering across the pavement.
Winona instinctively turned at the sound of his voice. When she saw Tyson pinned to the ground, her brow furrowed in disgust.
Him again?
Her eyes fell on the scattered roses, and she let out a cold, humorless laugh. So, he was still trying his stupid rose tactic. Pathetic.
Elvis's face hardened. He was about to order the guards to drag Tyson away when Winona said, “Let him go.”

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