The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 445

She looked down and wiped her eyes roughly, only then realizing that the food on the table remained untouched.

"Did you get stood up?" She snapped her head up to look at him, realizing he hadn't been on a blind date at all. The corners of her lips threatened to curve upward as she held her breath, waiting for his answer.

Franco looked down at her flushed face and her eyes that shone like stars. A fire seemed to ignite in his gaze, burning away all restraint. His pupils contracted, revealing a dark, obsessive intensity hidden in the depths of his eyes.

He pulled her roughly into his arms.

Even through her clothes, his broad palm seared the small of her back. His voice was hoarse as it rumbled from his throat. "Don't jump to conclusions. Repeat what you just said."

The fierce heat in his gaze made her soul tremble. It felt like fireworks were exploding in her mind.

She heard their voices echoing through the empty restaurant.

"Franco, let's be together, okay?"

"Petty, let's be together."

"Plop."

A pebble dropped into the water, sending ripples across the surface. Her and Franco's silhouettes swayed with the waves before vanishing.

By the crescent-shaped lake, the wind whipped her hair across her face, blocking her view. She bent down and snapped off a small, resilient blue-purple flower with a green stem, intending to use it to tie her hair back.

But Franco plucked the flower from her grasp. He pulled her into his embrace, and those hands—capable of wielding both a gun and a pen—gathered her long hair together. His movements were endearing in their slight clumsiness.

"Like this?"

"You're so clumsy. Your punishment is fixing my hair every single day."

His large hands cupped her face. He laughed and murmured something to her. Embarrassed but giddy, she tackled him into the flowerbed, showering him with playful nips and bites.

"Are you a puppy?" Franco's large hand gently pinched her chin. He looked at her with amusement in his eyes before claiming her lips.

A patch of the flowerbed was flattened beneath them, petals clinging to their clothes.

Under the moonlight, a gentle breeze swept over the sea of blossoms. His warm fingers gently traced the contours of her face.

"Petty."

"Do you dare to marry me?"

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