Novel & Cerita The Last Rose Of Shanghai

Putting on a cardigan, she was soon following her to the gardens, next to the lilies that had her question everything some time ago. Digging into the steaming cookies always felt like such a bliss – a touch of sweetness, a delicacy, right in the middle of chaos. And yet, they did nothing to soothe her troubled mind. Instead, they brought her to tears once more. “The young master’s different, Rose,” Flora began in a sweet tone of voice, never once commenting on her tears. “And I mean to say that even among mafia men, the young master is different. He never cared to have multiple partners, had only had that leach for years because she somewhat understood what he needed.”

Rose stretched out her arms, eager to hug Gia, but Sophie stopped her. “You’ll ruin Gia’s makeup! Control yourself!” She scolded. Rose withdrew her arms and used them to fan her face, trying to keep the joyful tears from falling. If Gia saw her crying again, she would start crying too, ruining her flawless makeup. Gia extended her hand, which Rose immediately clasped tightly. “I’m happy... like, super happy!” Rose exclaimed. “Thank you, Rose,” Gia said, touched by Rose’s joy for her. “Let’s go.” Rose guided Gia up the stairs that led to the garden where the ceremony would take place.

My voice was hoarse. He shifted awkwardly, words caught on his tongue. The aloof, untouchable man everyone knew was, in truth, a shy boy. Finally, he came forward, slipped off his jacket, and draped it gently around my shoulders. "I was worried about you," he murmured, blushing. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a video message from Sarah. I opened it and my pupils shrank sharply. On screen, George and Sarah were undressed, tangled in bed. Sarah faced the camera, smiling with triumph and mockery. Beside her, George's profile appeared—his fingers tracing the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, his expression steeped in intoxicated pleasure.

She sighed cheerfully and rose to her feet. “Enjoy your last days, little Rosie. Jian doesn’t care about you. He’s forgotten and we’ve planned a vacation for the weekend. Here’s something to keep you company,” Hugo pulled a photograph from his pocket and threw it at me. It was a picture of Ling in a tight embrace with Jian and with her lips on his cheeks. That was my last undoing.

“Ha, a second lead trying to steal the spotlight with a single rose. How stupid.” “Looks like she’s desperate for attention. Haha.” Amid the laughter, Isabella maintained her composure, thanking the security guard with a graceful nod and a gentle smile. The security guard, unable to remain silent amidst the mockery, raised his voice intentionally to clarify the situation, addressing the ignorant crowd. “Miss Isabella, although this is just a single rose, it is a Juliet Rose, valued at 15.8 million. We used the armored truck to ensure its safety. It has been delivered to you in perfect condition, and that is our assurance.”

Sheila takes my flower order and assures me that she will hand deliver them to the hospital, along with the other orders for Rose that she has waiting, ASAP. Once that is finished, I head to Adam to grab his employee card so I can take another shower. I haven’t done much in the last few days, but I want to stay fresh and clean for my mate. I want her to cuddle into me as much as possible, so keeping clean is essential. I hurry through my shower, not wanting to miss a single moment with Rose.

All my certainty from before suddenly turned into a blade aimed at my own chest. I fled the courtyard in humiliation, heading for the peach grove in the back—my favorite spot, where I'd hoped to find some small comfort. Instead, I found the servants swinging shovels, hacking at the roots of the peach trees. One worker, hesitating with a saw in hand, asked uncertainly, "Did Mr. Hartwell really order this? I remember—he had these trees shipped all the way from Sovelle City ten years ago, just to make Madam Elena happy."

Hall picked up his teacup for a long time before finally saying, "Nine days ago, Jess came to see me. She wants to break things off with you." "I don't accept that!" Samson protested. "Then go tell her yourself," Mr. Hall snapped, almost roaring. Samson, a man who had never backed down from any challenge, now lowered his head in defeat. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a row of sunflowers drawn on the back of the marriage application. Ten sunflowers in perfect order. He froze. If each flower stood for a day, that meant it had been exactly ten days.

My fingers gripped the phone so hard the screen cracked under my thumb. Kilian leaned closer to his camera, his cold eyes gleaming with pure malice. "I saw her through the glass when you drove in. The black silk robe hanging off her tits. I know you just fucked her raw in that sedan, you lucky savage. But you're getting old, and you're getting sloppy. While you're busy burying your cock in her tight little ass, I’m busy taking your shipping lanes. By tomorrow morning, the docks belong to me."