I thought Edoardo would finally give up after making such a scene, but I underestimated his stubborn delusion.He rented a small house near the route I took to work every day, clearly intending to dig in for the long haul.When I refused to meet him, he had breakfast delivered to my office reception desk.Sometimes it was fresh coffee and pastries; other times, a massive bouquet of flowers. He had transformed back into the man who had pursued me years ago. patient, passionate, and willing to spend endless effort just to make me smile.Too bad I was no longer that naive girl who could be swayed by cheap grand gestures.The things that used to soften my heart now brought nothing to my eyes but utter exhaustion.When my father eventually caught wind of it, it took less than twenty-four hours for Edoardo's rented house to be completely cleared out.I assumed that was the final chapter.Until one drizzly evening, as I stepped out of the office building, I caught sight of him standing by the
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