Chapter 730:
In a low voice, he suddenly asked, “Why did you decide to buy that fish and ribs as my birthday present?”
Rylie admitted honestly that her original plan had been to buy him a bear-shaped cake.
Brad let out a quiet laugh. “Well, you made the right decision. A rich fish dish suits me better than a bear-shaped cake.”
On the television, the story reached its climax, portraying the long-awaited reunion of the male and female leads after endless trials. Beneath the pounding rain, the male lead returned victorious, knocking on the door with a bouquet in hand.
The woman, unable to contain her joy, rushed into his arms, and the two shared a fervent kiss. It was a beautiful scene, and as the camera pulled back, the film came to an end.
The image of the passionate kiss remained frozen on the screen, its reflection mirrored in their eyes. Rylie cast a glance at the clock on the wall and said softly, “It’s late. I should be going.”
Brad answered, “I’ll walk you. Are you going back to the Owen house or to your apartment?”
“My apartment,” Rylie replied.
Rylie’s apartment in this community and Brad’s were in the same building.
The door swung open, and the two of them ascended the stairs one after the other, snowflakes swirling into the corridor and trailing behind them until they reached her doorstep.
The sensor light blinked to life just as the clock in the community struck midnight.
All at once, Rylie recalled what had slipped her mind. “I almost forgot to say something.”
She turned, tilting her head gently as she looked up at the tall figure before her. “Happy birthday.”
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Brad’s lips pressed into a faint line as he stepped closer. In a voice lowered just for the two of them, he said, “My arrival has only brought trouble to many. On such a disastrous day, I don’t deserve celebration or congratulations.”
His broad hand grazed her cheek with quiet tenderness, his gaze steady and sincere. “But you’ve made this day unforgettable, giving me memories I’ll carry with me.”
The man who appeared so strong and unyielding was, in truth, scarred and fragile beneath the surface.
With a sudden surge of resolve, Rylie caught hold of his collar, rose onto her toes, and pressed her lips to his, slightly cool yet intoxicating.
The sensor light blinked out, cloaking the corridor in darkness and hiding the sudden narrowing of Brad’s eyes, his brief shock concealed.
He believed the woman he held dear didn’t realize the quiet power she had over him.
In a rush of passion, he pressed her against the door. One hand gripped her waist firmly, the other cradled her neck, anchoring her to his intense, enveloping kiss.
On that snowy night, the warmth of their connection seemed to fuse them together.
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