Chapitre 163: Alonso's Grand Gestures

The next morning, Natalie woke up feeling heavy-hearted. Her eyes were tired and her throat was dry but at least her headache had finally eased off and there were no signs of a nosebleed. Sitting up in bed, she shook off the last traces of sleep.

"Alonso?"

It felt lonely whenever her husband left without waking her up, leaving her to focus on the empty space beside her. But her spirits lifted when she spotted a red rose left behind.

"Where did you go?" she wondered aloud, smiling to herself.

As she picked up the rose, she noticed a small card tucked beneath it. With a heart brimming with excitement, she read the note with her eyes only.

My baby girl, the woman who always smells like freshly picked roses whenever I take a breath of her. Your colors never fade, but they shine brightest when you're happy. Whether you're cotton candy, lemonade, or coffee, I'll savor every flavor and be grateful for it always.