Brother, she'd said. A brother who would give her a rose.He scoffed.Daniel watched as the black Maybach drove away, sneering. This was probably the lovely brother that she talked to so happily over the phone in the morning. He kept staring until the car was reduced to a speck of dust, and he retracted his gaze, a layer of frost on his face.Meanwhile, the passengers in the car had not noticed him at all.Rebecca loved roses. When she was young and in love, she wished for someone to give her roses. Even one was enough. However, as the years passed, she realized it might have just been wishful thinking. She had not received a single one. Thus, she began learning to love herself. If no one was going to give her roses, she would get them herself. Life was too short for her to wait on someone.If no one would love her, she would do it herself.That was why she chose to take a botanical course when she was abroad. She learned how to plant and care for roses. Soon, that little rented
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