His Domineering Lover
Chapter 843

Rebecca was kind of moved. Rocco had been with a lot of women over the years, but he never felt happy. He was lonely at heart.

"Rocco, do you really love me?"

"Of course, Rebecca! If I had known that I would meet you, I would have done nothing wrong. Are you sure you don't mind my past?" Rocco felt unworthy of her at the thought of his sordid past. Rebecca was clean and pure, but he had had sex with tons of women. He really regretted it.

He used to do terrible things to get ahead.

"Would it make a difference if I said I did? The past is the past. If you do feel sorry for me, treat me nicer so that I can forget the old Rocco."

Rebecca was a very demanding woman. If she hadn't accidentally fallen in love with Rocco, she would never have been with a man who had done so many bad things.

There could

be a magic about love that defied all explanations. It made you forgive everything.

"Rebecca, I'm really happy. Thank you so much."

Rocco was deeply moved.

"You don't have any family, so, I'll be your family." Rebecca suddenly understood what Rocco had done. Deep down he wanted nothing more than a home.

"Rebecca, 1-1 want to kiss you. May I?" he asked carefully. The closest thing they had ever done was holding hands and hugging.

He loved her, so he cherished her. Kissing her was very sacred to him.

He was like a child begging his parents for candy. He was excited and nervous for fear of being rejected.

"Have you ever said anything like that to other women?"

"I've never kissed them on the lips. Rebecca, you aren't them. They don't deserve to compare to you," he said seriously.

This man was really strange. He had slept with so many women, but he still kept his first kiss.

She didn't answer. Instead, she stood on her tiptoes and gently kissed his lips.

Rocco's heart missed a beat. He took her in his arms and slowly deepened the kiss.

Estellawas standing in front of the flower shop. She thought Rocco would ask her to stay, but she looked back and saw him kissing that woman.

The sun was shining down on them, making them glow. The only thing in her mind was that they were made for each other.

They couldn't be more perfectly matched. When she saw this, she suddenly moved on.

Rocco didn't smile much until that woman showed up. He was filled with grief.

She used to believe she would change him, but he had already found true love.

"Boss, I wish you happiness."

Estella wiped away her tears. She had only stayed at the flower shop to make him less lonely.

Now that he'd got company, it was time for her to leave.

She walked along with a spring in her step. Not all crushes worked out, right?

The wind chimes hanging in front of the flower shop tinkled as if to accompany love.

After the kiss, Rocco let go of Rebecca. Her heart was still beating wildly. So that was what a kiss felt like.

Rebecca smiled and whispered into his ear, "You know what? This is my first kiss."

They looked at each other and smiled. Romance was in the air.

"Coffee is ready. Try it." Rocco brought her a cup

of coffee.

"I didn't know you could make coffee."

"Life here is easy, so I've learned a lot. I also learned how to make a cake. I'll make you one later."

It could be seen that he had changed a lot. "Rocco, I heard you had a chance to be the master. Why did you give it up?"

"Your leaving made me realize what a jerk I was. What Tracey said had a great effect on me. Since we'e both doing what's best for the family, what difference does it make who's the master?"

"So, I let it go. I used to think I had to get what I wanted, but now I know that giving up is also a way to be happy."

"I live here in peace like I've never had before. Though I am consumed by the thought of you, I can finally be myself."

He didn't frown as much as he used to. No wonder Rebecca felt that he had changed. It turned out that he let himself go.

"Are you going to stay here forever?"

"I'm not sure. I run this shop because you like flowers and I want to send you the most beautiful roses every day. I haven't thought about the future. Rebecca, am I a little unmotivated?" Rebecca shook her head. "Of course not. You just need to be yourself. Whether you're the florist or the president, in my mind, you're just you."

"Rebecca, you're the best." Rocco pulled her into his arms.

"Do what you want to do. I'll always support you." Rebecca was kind of distressed. He grew up without love and became a pawn for others. No one had ever really taken him seriously. "Then I'll keep sending your flowers," Rocco said happily. "Sending you flowers is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I learned more ways to pack white roses online." "No wonder the later bouquets were much more elaborate. You wrapped all those flowers yourself?"

"Yes. I don't know why, but doing things for you makes me so happy."

"Then... send me flowers for the rest of my life."

"That's exactly what I want." Rocco laughed happily.

From that day on, Rebecca would receive flowers at nine every morning. Everyone in her company was used to it.

The difference was, Rocco delivered the flowers himself. Also, he would bring her the breakfast he made.

On the first day, Rebecca didn't know it was him. Her secretary knocked on the door. "Boss, the flower guy is here."