Heart Good Morning With Love Romane & Geschichten

The hospital was dimly lit. Before I could even take off my white coat, my phone buzzed. I saw the familiar numbers flash across the screen, and I couldn't help but furrow my brow. "Dana, come to The Midnight Club, VIP Room B." The noise on the other end was a chaotic blend of laughter and voices. "Dana, bring a bottle of wine. Tonight, we drink until we drop." "Yeah, bring champagne. Let's give Rosa a proper celebration!"

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Driiiiiiiiiiiiiiing driiiiiiiiiiing.. My phone was vibrating under my nose. I seriously don't know how and when did i fall asleep! I wonder what time it is.. I didn' get up ,and stayed under my sheets instead. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arm,trying to find my phone. I've recieved a message from Dylan. 《Good morning to the most gorgeous girl that i've ever known. So how was the night? Did you miss me by yiur side? And.. Thank you for choosing me baby. Words can't describe how much i love you! 》

"You see, Mitchell, my gift to you is my heart. It is a promise to cherish you, to support you, and to always be there for you. It is a commitment to our journey together, through the ups and downs, the joys and challenges." Mitchell's heart skipped a beat as she absorbed Mr Robert's words. The realization washed over her, filling her with a sense of warmth and gratitude. She wanted to talk more but words couldn't form from her lips. The sound of "wao" filled the air as they blended it with applauses. Mr Robert continued to fixed his gaze on Mitchell not minding if everyone was present. "This is my gift for you my dearest Mitchell" he said as he unwrapped a parel.

He only looked at me with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes. Emma's face darkened slightly upon hearing their words. She shot me a challenging glance as she said, "It's just as well that you're here, Ophelia. I just bought a little trinket on my way here. You should take a look at it." She didn't bother waiting for my response as she pulled out a velvet box and opened it before Caleb. "Valentine's Day is coming up, so I had these custom-made. Do you like them, Caleb?"

she smile at us. "Dr. Jarred was his surgeon ma'am, this boy help madam Alice when she passed out on the street, they were so grateful to him that they offer a surgery for him to get back his handsome face, who would have thought that staying in the hospital you will meet your family." It was Dr. Ritz who briefly inform mother Natalia and Tee. I felt shy. "How is madam Alice?" I heard mother Natalia ask. "She was doing great, yesterday she visited me" I answer her and she smile at me.

And the video got finished. I got annoyed. Why would I need to do this? I took Nick's phone. I thought about what I should message her. I typed," Good morning, love!". No, that doesn't sound like Nick. Should I use darling instead of love? Or sweetheart would be better. I thought. God, why can't I decide. At last, I typed,"Good morning!". I didn't write anything after good morning. She replied," Good morning, my bad boy. How are you?"

I look at myself once again before knocking on her door. "Lovely morning!" She greeted opening the door wide for me. I give her a morning kiss on her lips before responding. With a heart brimming with joy, she greeted him with a warm embrace and a radiant smile, her eyes reflecting the depth of her affection for this special someone knocking on her door early in the morning. Her genuine smile was refreshing and addicting. "Good morning love!" I smiled responding to her warmth and sweet greetings. I'm getting used to it and missing every time she's not around. Can I just keep her and have this sweet moment every morning?

With a final glance over my shoulder, I reluctantly stepped out into the hallway, the weight of Kelly's unspoken worries lingering in the air long after I'd gone. As I made my way to the station, my thoughts turned to Noah, my boyfriend. With a glance at my phone, I dialled his number, eager to hear his voice and share the details of my morning. "Hey, sweetheart," I greeted him as he picked up, a surge of warmth flooding through me at the sound of his familiar voice. "Hey, I was just about to call you. Missed you. How was your night?" Noah asked, his concern palpable even through the static of the phone line.