In fact, through these romantic little gestures, their relationship has quickly warmed up.
Not only do they understand each other better, but they also find it a bit hard to separate and have confirmed they love each other more.
In the following days, they agreed to focus on work in the mornings, have lunch together, and finish the remaining tasks on the list of 100 romantic gestures in the afternoons...
They look forward to meeting each other more and more, and even in the morning, they would call each other whenever they were free.
In the evening, Trevor’s car stopped in the courtyard of the Mills family home, and they returned today.
Having ticked off three more romantic gestures, they returned earlier than usual to have dinner with Old Mills and Sister Sterling.
"Mom!"
As soon as she got out of the car, Janelle saw her mother tending to the roses in the garden. Having not been there for several days, the flowers had blossomed beautifully.
The evening breeze gently blew past, with the air filled with the rich scent of flowers.
"Back already?"
Carlotta Sterling clipped a few flowers with scissors, planning to put them in a vase later. Seeing her daughter return, she smiled and said, "Your dad’s in the kitchen cooking something tasty for you guys, he’s so happy hearing you’re coming back."
"Hello, Auntie." Trevor also got out of the car, and upon hearing her words, he said, "Then I’ll go inside and help him." He stepped inside after saying that.
Janelle ran toward her mother and took the flowers from her hand.
"Be careful not to prick yourself, they have thorns." Carlotta kindly reminded her.
The girl nodded, her concerned tone carrying a hint of gossip, "Sister Sterling, how have things been between you two lately? Does it feel like you’re dating?"
Carlotta had a sweet smile on her face, glanced at her daughter, and then continued to trim the flower branches, "And you, have you been taking care of your own worries? How’s it going with Trevor? Planning to get married anytime soon?"
"I’ve said before, just wait a bit more." The girl blushed.
The mother asked, "Have you two... slept together?"
"Sister Sterling!" Janelle was both embarrassed and shy, "Stop snooping, give young people some privacy, please?"
"Then tell me, how’s the progress between you two lately?" Carlotta became seriously inquisitive.
"Pretty good, we’re busy with our own things in the morning and then have dates in the afternoon." She replied, her face also full of a sweet smile.
In the kitchen, the two men were personally cooking a loving dinner for the women they cherished.
After dinner, Trevor took Janelle back to his place.
They began discussing wedding plans, including the details of the venue decorations and the design of invitations, working on the plan together.
The night deepened.
The study’s light was still on; the two were still discussing, becoming more excited, with no hint of sleepiness, occasionally exchanging sweet and warm smiles.
The next morning.
Jerry Garcia, before heading to the company, parked his car downstairs at the hospital—his fifth visit to the hospital to see Joanna Sawyer in recent days.
Today, he specially brought her breakfast and two jars of canned food he made the night before.
Learning that this girl was hospitalized alone because she didn’t want her family to worry, so she hadn’t informed them, her thoughtfulness touched him.
In the ward, the girl was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. She took her phone, saw who it was, and hurriedly answered, "Hello, Henry."
"Joanna, where are you? I’ve visited your home for three days in a row but didn’t see you, and your phone has been unreachable. Are you disappearing?"
"I’m at the hospital."
"What?! The boy, not blaming her anymore, became particularly anxious, "Why are you at the hospital? What happened? Which hospital are you in?"
"Don’t go looking for my mom, it’s just a minor issue I haven’t told her about." Then she told him the specific hospital address.
The boy hurriedly headed that way.
The phone had just hung up when the ward door was gently knocked, and the girl looked up, "Come in." The door was slightly pushed open, and Jerry Garcia appeared.
[Guess: Who is this girl exactly?]