Novel & Cerita Plafon Love

Edwards looked at her and spoke with a loving voice, she obeyed him and went to sit next to her, and he gently wiped her tears. - Madam, don't cry. - Yes. She smiled and hugged him. The family of four reunited, making others jealous. Their family is so happy, like a professional painting by an artist. No matter how far apart, the heart still has an opponent. Sharing the same rhythm, never leaving. Love doesn't have to be through pain or interruptions between other people. But love is mutual trust, as long as two people love each other, even if they are blessed or opposed, they still won't back down. Being apart but still thinking about each other, still hoping for the other person to return

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SUSAN An echo of laughter is heard continually from Henry's sitting room as both moms wouldn't stop teasing Henry and Susan, Henrietta orders the maid to set the table "Flora come and set the table for my son, don't let Susan beat me to it, she is the first to see my son, let us be the first to feed him" Caroline mocks her friend "says who? What if they had stopped over at an eatery to have breakfast before getting home?" Henry laughs, his mom gave him a stern look "Henry? Is it true? You found a woman now you ditched your mother? Just one-day oo! One day with her" Henry calms his mom before it gets out of hand "Not at all mom, we drove home straight from the airport, you know you will alway

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“Well, take it from us—love isn’t about grand gestures. It’s the little things.” Her husband nods. “Like when she steals all the blankets but then pretends she doesn’t know what happened.” She playfully swats his arm. “Or when he ‘accidentally’ makes too much coffee just so I have a cup waiting.” Sebastian nudges me. “That sound familiar?” I pretend to think. “You mean like how you pretend you don’t like sweets but somehow finish every dessert I make?” He grins. “Guilty.” The woman leans forward slightly, eyes warm. “The way you two look at each other… you already have it.”

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"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

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she said placidly. Damon was stung. He looked down and started to weep, "I just want you to know I regret what I did, okay? I know I'd done a lot of wrong, so I'm atoning. I just don't want to lose you anymore!" "So? What are you trying to prove by letting yourself go like this? That this is what your love could make you do? That you're so uncontrollably remorseful now?" He looked up at her gaze with pain in his eyes. "I just want you to know that it's not like I don't care about you!" he said hoarsely, determined. "In fact, the one I treasure the most is you."

On one end of the stand, I can see a white flowers vase holding a bouquet of flowers and on the other end, a small picture frame of the lovely couple, which I paid little attention to. The second chair arrangements is having a black love-seat sofa set close to the wall, two black arm chair and an abstract coffee table at the middle. I also notice the beautiful crystal chandelier hanging at the center of the living room and white floating shelves with different colors of artificial flowers on them which leads to the dining area. Wow, so this is what being rich feels like. If I put price on everything i see in this room, the estimation I'll get will be enough to settle ten generations.