A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic

Lora shot me a knowing glance, her face brightening with a smile as she looked in my direction.

“Oh, I wasn’t referring to that. Ms. York, you’re just too thin!” she said, taking the empty dishes to the kitchen.

I felt so stuffed that I had to wander around the 2,150–square–foot apartment to aid my digestion.

As I wandered into the kitchen out of boredom, I was surprised to find Lora preparing an impressive feast -chicken, duck, fish, and meat.

I was taken aback. “Lora, is all this food for me? There’s no way I can eat that much tonight!*

Without looking up, Lora replied, “Mr. Wood is coming for dinner. Since it’s my first time co want to make sure I prepare my best dishes.”

I froze in place. “Log… he’s coming over?”

Lora smiled and asked, “Yes. Mr. Wood lives here, doesn’t he?”

I waved

my

hands frantically. “No, no, no! He doesn’t live here. We’re not living together!”

Lora waved her hand dismissively and went back to cleaning the chicken and duck.

Just as I was about to leave, I turned back and said, “Lora, Mr. Wood is like a brother to me. Jon is currently abroad, and he is just helping to look after me.”

Lora responded with a noncommittal “oh” and returned to cleaning the duck as if she wasn’t fully convinced by my explanation.

for him, I

If I were a divorced woman in my mid–20s, I might not have been concerned about such a minor misunderstanding. But as an 18–year–old, the thought of being misinterpreted was far too embarrassing

I paced nervously and added, “Lora, um… I really don’t have any relationship with Mr. Wood.”

To strengthen my claim, I gritted my teeth and confessed, “Actually, I’m married.”

Lora finally looked up from her work and scrutinized me for a moment before shaking her head. “You don’t look like it at all. Not even a little.”

I rushed to clarify, “But I really am married! My husband cheated on me, and I’m currently going through a

divorce.”

Lora slapped her thigh and said, “That’s right! Divorce him! Get rid of that bad man and move on to someone better.”

I was momentarily speechless.

As she cleaned up the meat and vegetables, she continued enthusiastically, “Ms. York, I’m only saying this because I consider you family. You can’t judge a man by his appearance alone. It’s not about what he says but what he truly does for you.

A woman needs to stay clear–headed and know what she wants. Don’t pin all your hopes on one man. Some men are terrible–they’ll take advantage of you, both emotionally and physically.

“When a woman invests too much and gets nothing in return, it can lead to despair. Those women are Just being foolish.”

I quietly retreated, realizing I was exactly the kind of foolish woman Lora had been talking about. Sigh… everything felt so complicated.

When I returned to my room, the doorbell rang. Lora answered it and soon returned with a large bouquet of roses

Beaming with excitement, she exclaimed, “Ms. York, look! Someone sent

you these flowers!”

The roses were a stunning mix of pink and white, featuring multiple layers of petals and a luxurious texture.

I recognized them from videos I had seen recently showcasing these extravagant and elegant roses. There were at least 50 or 60 roses in the bouquet.

Lora remarked, “Mr. Wood really is good to you. He sent these roses even before arriving.”

I stared at the bouquet with suspicion. This didn’t seem like something Logan would do–he wasn’t the type to send such flashy and expensive flowers.

I searched the bouquet for a card but found nothing. “Why isn’t there a card?” I murmured.

Lora quickly handed me a pair of scissors. ‘The house feels so empty and lifeless. M you arrange the flowers? It’ll brighten your mood.”

ik, why don’t

I considered her suggestion and decided to go along with it. Just as I started unpacking the bouquet to arrange the flowers, the doorbell rang once more.