Chapter 1681:
He had believed that the grand confession was the pinnacle of the day, yet Corrine had more in store.
Whether he had anticipated these extra surprises or not, he now found himself wishing that every day could mirror the sweetness of today, so he could revel in all that Corrine had arranged.
“Isn’t there a part of you that’s curious about the surprise I’ve set up for you?” Nate asked.
He had devoted an entire week to planning it.
His intention had been to touch Corrine’s heart, yet here he was, unexpectedly overwhelmed by her thoughtful gestures.
Corrine furrowed her brows in thought and asked, “You sent me flowers earlier, didn’t you?”
Had Nate not surprised her with that bouquet, their first Kissing Day might have passed unnoticed, like any other ordinary day—uncelebrated and unremarkable.
She wouldn’t have felt the need to go the extra mile to delight him. But now, she wondered—were the flowers just the beginning? Nate’s eyes lit up, a flicker of amusement dancing in them.
“So, it took the flowers to cross your mind?” he teased.
Corrine gave a sheepish smile. “That’s not what I meant.”
She looped her arm through his and gently leaned into him as they stepped out of the restaurant together.
The Kissing Day had painted the cinema’s screens with nothing but tales of love. Corrine wasn’t one to be captivated by big-name stars. For her, it was always the story that mattered. She had found a film online that piqued her interest.
They entered the VIP screening room, where a few couples had already settled into their seats. Before the lights dimmed, the couples nibbled on popcorn and shared light-hearted moments, their laughter mingling with the rustling of candy wrappers.
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Seated in the center of the room, Nate gently held Corrine’s hand. Just ahead of them, a couple’s voices caught their attention.
“Wow, now that’s romantic!” the woman said with a dreamy sigh. “Anyone making such a grand gesture must truly be in love.”
The man scoffed in response, his tone edged with cynicism. “So love is measured by the size of a gesture now? Isn’t that a shallow way of seeing it? And do you know how much something like that costs? It’s probably more about showing off than real emotion.”
The woman’s voice bristled. “Do you have some sort of disdain for romance? It’s not about money. At least someone out there put in the effort—unlike you, with your endless empty promises.”
The man, cornered and flustered, retorted, “When have I ever made promises I didn’t keep?”
“Oh, I don’t know… maybe when you promised to buy me that bag last month? Or when you said we’d go on that trip? We’re still waiting. And today, all I got was popcorn and a movie ticket. Clearly, you didn’t put much thought into this.”
He grumbled, “I used to think you were down-to-earth. When did you become so shallow and materialistic?”
“Materialistic? Shallow? Seriously?” Her voice rose, ignoring the unwritten rule of keeping quiet in the cinema. “Why don’t you talk about how tightfisted you are? You skimp on every meal, buy discount tickets, but when you want something, you expect me to give freely. Now you call me materialistic and shallow?”
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