Back in Carmoria, I dove straight into work at Warrington Corp. My dad started handing me more of the core operations.I wasn't the same lovesick girl anymore. In the boardroom, I was the next-gen Warrington—sharp, focused, all business.Evan came back too, landing the role of youngest neurosurgery department head at his hospital.He started courting me—quietly, intentionally.When I worked late, he'd show up with homemade snacks, always right on time.When I was swamped, he'd sit with me, break things down, toss in fresh ideas without making it a big deal.He remembered my cycle—always had chamomile tea and a heating pad ready.Took me to concerts, art exhibits, stargazing out in the countryside.Six months later, on my birthday, he proposed."Wynne Warrington, I may not have the world's priciest jewels," Evan said, eyes locked on mine, "but I'll give you every bit of my heart. I want to spend my life protecting the brightest star in my sky. Will you marry me?"I nodded, har
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