StarNovelChapter 1852 Colby raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He extended a hand towards Sophie, making her think he was being kind. But just as she reached for it, he snatched it back with a teasing grin, sending another splash of water flying. This time, it was even bigger than before.
"Ahhhh!" Sophie shrieked, flailing around in the fountain and angrily smacking the water. Colby couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. There was something undeniably satisfying about a little harmless revenge.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNot far off, the red-haired guy from earlier rushed over, concern etched on his face. He quickly helped Sophie out of the fountain, fussing over her. "Sophie, what happened? Are you okay?" He draped his jacket over her shoulders, shielding her from the cold. Colby watched the scene unfold, a strange feeling gnawing at him. They really were childhood friends, their bond unshakeable.
As the ruckus grew, Colby's mom appeared, her expression stern. "Colby, what's going on? You can't just bully a girl like that. Go apologize to Sophie right now." Colby glanced at Sophie, who was now wrapped in Harold's comforting embrace, and said with a casual shrug, "Sophie, I'm sorry." "I don't accept your apology!" Sophie snapped, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Colby felt the thrill of his prank fade away, replaced by an uncomfortable mix of guilt and regret.
Even though he'd only just met Sophie, something about her tugged at his heartstrings. It was a strange feeling, like he had two voices in his head. One wanted to keep teasing her, and the other was filled with remorse.
Once everyone had escorted Sophie away, Colby wandered to the greenhouse where his grandfather lovingly tended to his roses. The greenhouse was always locked at night, but Colby remembered how, back in the States, roses were the go-to apology for making a girl cry.
With a bit of skill, Colby picked the lock and slipped inside. The greenhouse was filled with roses of every kind, but his grandfather's prized creations were unique. Not knowing much about roses, he grabbed sscissors and clipped away, figuring more was better.
He found swrapping paper nearby and carefully bundled the roses together before leaving the greenhouse. A voice in his head kept urging him not to make Sophie cry again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmColby waited on the second-floor hallway, listening to the distant sound of the red-haired guy comforting Sophie. Just like that, his resolve to apologize properly faded. He tossed the bouquet in Sophie's direction, watching as her tears subsided.
content said.
"My mom wantedto give you these," he said, looking away.
"Who wants your roses!" Sophie retorted, tossing the bouquet into the air. Petals scattered around them, and for a moment, Colby imagined Sophie in a flowing white dress. A strange emotion swept through him, as if the other voice inside him was trying to take over.
"These are a new breed my grandfather cultivated. Only them Costello family has them. They're pretty rare," he added, almost as an afterthought.
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