Love Is Lost
I complained, but as I took the flowers, I couldn't help but smile and soften my voice.
"There's never a time when I'm too busy to pick up my wife."
Despite Roscoe's stern and composed face, his words were sweet enough to melt hearts.
I couldn't help but rub my warm ear tips and muttered shyly, "Who's your wife?"
My words caused Roscoe to stop in his tracks and ask cautiously, "Sydney, do you regret it?"
The uncertainty and fear in his eyes made my heart tighten. I tilted my head to meet his gaze with sincerity and said, "No, Roscoe. From the moment I agreed to marry you, I've never regretted it."
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