My Ex-Husband Wants Me Again

As the annual Rose Exhibition approached in Nanston, the city buzzed with anticipation.

Nanston was an ancient city with the nation's largest antique market. In the past, it had drawn its fair share of tourists. But in recent years, thanks the city's restoration efforts and the success of the Rose Exhibition, the tourism industry had experienced a revival. The May weather was ideal, neither chilly nor warm--a perfect time for outdoor adventures,

Mare stepped out, the scab on his head indicating healing. He removed the bandages, his face now free of bruises, once again emanating a carefree and handsome demeanor.

On this day, he sported a casual attire black trousers and a white shirt. The simplicity and neatness of his outfit evoked the image of a radiant young man who had just hiked off the school campus, exuding an indescribable, effortlessly attractive aura. In contrast. Pearl embodied a different vibe. She rocked a black tee that coupled with distressed white denim. Her semi-long hair was fashioned into two short ponytails, displaying a youthful, spirited aura with a hint of mischievous charm, Two people hadn't planned it, but as they stood side by side, the stark contrast between them was impossible to miss. Anyone observing would naturally assume they were dressed as a couple-a striking duo radiating charisma and allure. Vet Pearl was utterly unfazed by the passing gazes of strangers. Her attention was completely captivated by the roses adorning the roadside. It had been three years since she last visited the Rose Exhibition in Nanston, Back then, it was a modest affair, a chance for gardeners to peddle their blooms like a bustling market. But now, it had blossomed into a grand event, spanning several streets, with an intoxicating aroma of various roses

Marc watched Pearl crouched by the roadside, delicately inhaling the rich aroma of a vibrant orange-red rose called "The Lady Of Shalott He mared quietly, losing himself in the moment,

Pearl immersed herself in the fragrant atmosphere until a voice behind her uttered, "Could you assist me in arranging a bouquet?" She opened her eyes and turned around, locking gazes with Marc. His eyes gleamed with a certain intensity, She blusbed slightly and tried to break the ice, "These flowers are lovely"

"Honestly?" Mare raised an eyebrow skeptically.

Pearl glanced at him, thinking he might launch into a typical guy remark. Just as she was about to dismiss it, he surprised her with, "Honestly. I believe people outshine flowers"

Pearl was momentarily stunned, her eyes widening in astonishment as she looked at Marc.

His earlier words sounded different from what Mr. Males would say,

The flower shop owner handed the beautifully wrapped bouquet to Mare, grinning. You've got quite the silver tongue, young man. This bouquet, The Lady Of Shaloci," represents passionate and everlasting love. May you sweep your sweetheart off her feet real soon" "Appreciate the good wishes, Mare accepted the bouquet and then turned to offer it to Pearl, saying, "Miss Woolery, please accept this"

Pearl glanced at the bouquet and tilted her head. Taking these flowers doesn't mean I'm agreeing to be with you, does it?"

Though it pricked a bit, Mare managed a wry

rysmale. "Certainly not"

"No matter how optimistic he was, he couldn't expect a bouquet to mend their past and instantly bring them back together,"

"Alright then, thank you" Pearl was known for her straightforwardness, Hearing his response, she shed any lingering awkwardness and confidently accepted the bouquet, giving him a nod of appreciation.

Mare couldn't contain his joy, and his serious demeanor visibly softened. He matched Pearl's pace, walking alongside her as they strolled down the

The Rose Exhibition in Nanston had earned us farne because of its unique flower varieties that were hard to find anywhere else. Skilled carefully crafted these, showcasing their best rose breeds intended for competition

gardeners

Every year at the Rose Exhibition, a competition unfolded to crown the year's finest rose variety. Hundreds of different types of roses vie for the honor, but only a couple dozen made it to the finals. The ultimate champion was determined by sales figures, encompassing both online and offline

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real had an equally significant motive for attending the Rose Exhibition this time. She needed in humalize the me variety that would serve as the core of a gentstone themed collection. It was vital to select the ideal rose to

Standing by the central flowerbed, Pearl olnerved the r commerce hosts conducting live broadcasts and kepe an eye on the LEDstently uplating with sales figures. The top thre contenders caught her attention. The bouquet of "The Lady Of Shalon, thoughtfully guy Man shared the spotlight with the delicate shades of "Rose Elen and the regal radiance of "Golden Celebration These three distine lines show and their allure. Il roses were likened to people, they'd radiate their maique personalities.

The tension between the three flower varieties was palpable, and the ultimate victor remained an enigma.

"Which flower do you think will come out on top?" Mare asked Pearl, his curiosity piqued.

Pearl responded serenely, "The winning bloom isn't the real forts. It's the one that captures my heart?

A raised eyebrow from Marc indicated be grasped the subale meaning beneath her work

He understood her purpose in lieing here today. When she had agreed to accompany him to the exhibition, it had filled him with joy. Later, he learned her presence was linked to her company's branding project-an intention always there.

But her willingness to be with him was a considerable step forward, Like savoring a meal bite by bite, pursuing samene year are about was

gradual

Marc comprehended this lesson well, and he possessed an abundance of patience.

Pearl's intention was straightforward. Whichever flower she favored would become the "Blossom Monarch as sales ultimately determined the

outcome.

Oliserving Pearl's serious expression, Mare assumed she was wrestling with choices already reflect market approval. No matter the chosen one, it'll align with the fashion trends"

a decision are tried to reasure her. "In reality, the first turer lower

Shaking her head, Pearl replied, "Market considerations are indeed important, but you're missing the point. Woolery Jewelry has never followed any fashion trends. It isn't a follower but a trenuletter."

Marc looked at Pearl with considerable surprise, not because of her audacity and pride but because of her unwavering conviction.

Indeed, unwavering conviction.

Her tone was calm, as if stating a fact. However, Marc couldn't help but acknowledge that although Woolery Jewelry had changed over time, it had been a force to be reckoned with in the fashion circle.

Over three years, Ken and Mrs. Woolery's departure, coupled with Ralph's new leadership, who struggled with management, seemed to drag Woolery jewelry into a downward spiral, Coincidentally, half of the fashion realm appeared to hit pause as well.

Maley Jewelry held its own in the world of gems, but its strength resided in gemstone cutting expertise and the reputation of an established brand However, when it came to design innovation and creativity, it fell short compared to Woolery Jewelry Marc locked eyes with Pearl. Itis curiosity was piqued about her preference, "So, which one captures your heart

Pearl's gaze remained unwavering, yet a hint of playfulness rugged at her lips. "Why don't you hazard a guesNôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.