Summer Heat and Blooming Dreams

Chapter One

As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious.
The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere.
"Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late."
She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul.
"Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight."
Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.
"Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here."
Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated.
"I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here."
Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night."
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle.
Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
"Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight."
"Why?" Emily asked subconsciously.
Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up."
When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass.
In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.

Chapter Two

In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.

        Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.

        It was Draco.

        "Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.

        "How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.

        Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"

        The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.

        "Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.

        "You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."

        At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.

        "Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.

        Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."

        "The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.

        Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.

        Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."

        As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.

        Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.

        "Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.

        Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.

        "Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.

        "Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."

        Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.

Chapter Three

Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.

        When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.

        The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.

        "She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.

        "I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."

        Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.

        "Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.

        The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.

        "I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"

        Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

        "Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.

        Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.

        She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"

        Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."

        Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.

        "So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.

        Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."

        Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.

        It was Draco.

        He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."

        Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."

        Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

        The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.

        Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."

        She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.

Chapter Four

As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.

        That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.

        "Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."

        Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."

        Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"

        Emily froze. "What do you mean?"

        "The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."

        A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.

        Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"

        The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.

        "Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.

        Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.

        Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."

        She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.

        As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.

        Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.

        Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.

        As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.

Chapter Five

The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.

        One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.

        'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'

        "Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."

        Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"

        Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."

        "What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.

        "There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."

        Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.

        "You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"

        Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"

        Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.

        "Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"

        She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."

        When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.

        "My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."

        Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."

        "She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."

        The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.

        "The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."

        As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.

        Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"

        But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.

        "It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."

        In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.

In August in N. City, the weather is hot, like being in a huge oven, and pedestrians are walking under the sun, sweating everywhere.
Melanie Williams' forehead was sweaty and she felt almost dehydrated after delivering bouquets of flowers to the nearby The Grand Lux Hotel. However, thinking about her upcoming High School Years and the high monthly cost of living, she gritted her teeth and persevered. This belief made her the only Blooming Flowers Shop employee to last a month and a half, while others left after a few days because they were tired of working.
"Melanie's back." Just as she walked into the flower store, Alex Mitchell, the store manager, came out from behind the curtain, slightly chubby, with two dimples at the corners of his mouth when he smiled, looking particularly sunny.
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Business owners always want to see their employees working hard, and Melanie's down-to-earth image is easy to win over and leave a lasting impression.
"This time, the other party is particularly urgent, called several times, otherwise they would not let you go to deliver." The store manager said with some hesitation. In this sultry weather, a moment of immobility will be sweating, let alone in the hot sun to deliver flowers. Thinking about this, the shopkeeper felt a little bit sorry in her heart.
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Since the little girl does not care, the shopkeeper will not say more, "Then ride slowly on the road, pay attention to safety." He admonished, and then from the shopkeeper's office, he said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He urged, and then took out a brand new ten-dollar bill from his pocket, and put it on the table in front of Melanie together with the address list of the flower delivery.
"It's so hot today, if you come across a cold drink store on your way, buy a bottle of water to quench your thirst. Making money is important, but you shouldn't wear yourself out, take good care of your body." He tried his best to show that he cared, though in a small way.
"I understand, thank you store manager." Melanie thanked him sincerely and put the money in her pocket. When she finished delivering the flowers, she was going to buy a bottle of ice water for her grandmother, who would obviously be very hot at home alone in the summer with only an electric fan in the house. She was a frugal person, so she would not be able to turn on the air conditioner to save a few kilowatts of electricity.

"If it's okay with you, I'll go in and make a phone call to hurry them up, it's been waiting for almost half a day outside, who knows if they have any accidents on the way." Alex Mitchell said with some annoyance, he knew the character of these people in his heart, they are probably too hot outside, after delivering the flowers, they don't know where to hide to cool off.
Normally, he would have turned a blind eye, anyway, they are all 17 or 18 year olds, some words may hurt their pride, but in recent days the business is so hot, but they are so capricious, it really makes him a little angry.
Melanie Williams sat on a stool and sipped her water silently, not answering the store manager's words, and watched him go into the inner room. Soon, after hearing a short beeping sound, the store manager's voice gradually raised, with a hint of anger.
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"The Grand Lux Hotel ......" she checked the address on the list, locked her bike and prepared to enter, only to be stopped by two handsome and tall security guards at the door.
"Miss, I'm sorry, this hotel has been contracted for today, you can't just enter." The two security guards were young and handsome, with a smile on their face and a gentle tone, giving the surrounding area a beautiful enjoyment.
However, Melanie clearly had no time to laze around today, there was work to be done and every second meant money.
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The two handsome security guards didn't seem to be wary of her, and briefly looked through her ID card.
"Okay, we've checked your ID, no problem. You can go in, but you can only go to the front desk to sign for documents, and you must come out within five minutes, do you understand?" A security guard said.
"Okay, I'll try to finish my work quickly, and definitely don't linger." Melanie thought to herself, security was unusually tight today. Despite the fact that she had delivered a lot of flowers in this hotel, this was the first time that it had ever been like this, and it was obvious that the new face in the hotel was not a simple character. She just made a few guesses in her mind, and didn't intend to pry into the gossip.
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When she approached, the receptionist immediately stood up and said respectfully, "Hello, Miss."
This hotel is owned by the Harris Group, and the person who came was Tiffany Harris.
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"Liz, please take these up for me. I'll call Jus again, this guy dares to be late, really unreliable. When he gets here, I'm going to teach him a lesson." The relatives kept on urging, and if it went on like this, Mom would be ashamed to be a human being. This kid is really overdoing it, let her sister out to help, when he comes, must teach him a good lesson. If he continues to be spoiled like this, there will be a big problem.

Melanie Williams looked up at the sky as she exited The Grand Lux Hotel, the weather had been amazing these past few days, the sun was shining and the temperature was soaring, it was almost unbearable. She wiped the sweat from her face and wondered if Grandma had eaten by now, so she wouldn't be so busy with her shoe soles that she'd forgotten to eat.
Although she was a little worried, she decided to take a shortcut home to check on her grandmother, Melanie put on her sun hat, took out the key and locked her bike, and the moment she stepped on it, she thought of bringing her grandmother a bottle of iced water as soon as she passed the cold drink store on the street.
Learning to ride a bike was less than two years ago for Melanie. When her family was struggling financially, she could only walk to school, and she was always envious of her classmates' bicycles. But it wasn't easy for her to raise her and send her to school, so she never asked her grandmother for anything else.
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In order to get back to Blooming Flowers Shop earlier and earn more money, Melanie rode very fast. There weren't many people on Grant Road at the time, and when she saw the traffic light ahead blinking green, she thought she'd rush through it, pedaling so fast she didn't even notice a car coming from the opposite direction.
When she finally realized that a car was passing, she was less than two meters away from it, and Melanie turned pale and slammed on the brakes. However, her bike was second-hand and her parts were broken. At the most critical moment, her brakes failed and Melanie was unable to stop the car.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, her bike hit the door of the other car hard, and the inertia caused her to fall to the ground. Fortunately, her sense of self-protection is very strong, her reaction is also fast, this fall is not too serious, almost do not feel the pain.
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Oh my God, what can we do now? Melanie was too scared to move, but when she realized that the door of the Ferrari was moving, and it seemed that the owner of the car inside was ready to come out, she didn't have time to think about it, but she got up in a hurry and started to run.
She hadn't forgotten about the ice water she'd bought for her grandmother, and Melanie was not only good at school, she was also good at sports, and was always one of the most enthusiastic entrants in the annual school field day, both in long-distance running and sprinting. Now she was running faster and faster, and a few minutes later, she had disappeared around the corner.
After about five or six minutes of running, when she was sure that no one was coming after her, she finally stopped and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, obviously shocked by the thrilling scene she had just witnessed. This wasn't her first car accident on the street, and naturally it was also her first hit-and-run, and she was apprehensive - what if a security camera had caught her on camera? If the police came to arrest her, she'd be in trouble. The more she thought about it, the more scared she became, and Melanie almost wanted to go back to the police to turn herself in, but on second thought, the dreadful compensation bill made her stop thinking about it.

In the past, Melanie Williams did not go back. First of all, she didn't know how to face the owner of the car; secondly, she was even more afraid that the other party would make some demands that she couldn't bear. Therefore, she could only hope that the other party did not see her face, and that there were no cameras installed there. In this way, even if the other party was looking for someone, they would not be able to find her.
When she returned home, Melanie saw Grandma Williams sewing the soles of her shoes in the courtyard of a large mansion, shaped like a Beijing courtyard house, with several families living in close proximity to each other. In fact, her place is already very old, over the years, no matter a little bit of economic conditions, almost all have moved to the city center, few people want to continue to stay in such a place. As a result, those who live here now either cannot afford to buy a new house, or cannot afford to leave the people who have lived here for most of their lives.
"Grandma." Melanie shouted, smilingly ran to Grandma Williams' side, knelt down to look at the soles in her hands, "Grandma, you're sewing the soles of your shoes, have you eaten lunch yet?"
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"Not yet, I don't worry about you, I came back to take a look." Melanie stood up and walked towards the house, when she walked to the kitchen, she saw that the table was empty, then she knew that Grandma Williams hadn't eaten lunch at all, obviously she was worried that she would be worried, so she chose to hide it.
Melanie sighed, quickly prepared two steamed buns for Grandma Williams, made another bowl of soup, and beckoned her, "Grandma, come and eat, it's done."
Hearing this, Grandma Williams knew that her lie had been exposed, but did not get angry, instead, she smiled and followed her to eat.Melanie was going to leave after she finished her meal, she had lost her bicycle, and it would take more than half an hour to go back to Blooming Flowers Shop even if she had to run, so she didn't want to give up that one dollar of public transportation money, and thought it would be better for her to run back.
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"Melanie, wait." Grandma Williams suddenly stopped her, "What's wrong with my leg, is it broken?"
"Has it?" Melanie looked down, sure enough, the left calf was scratched, slightly broken skin, did not notice when it was nothing, heard that after a vague pain, "Oh, just by the bike scratches, it's okay, the flower store that there is a red potion, I'm going to go there to apply a little bit of it will be fine."
Grandma Williams did not notice that Melanie's bicycle was missing, and admonished her, "Be careful on your bicycle from now on, and don't be so fussy."
"I kqnowH.T" Meólani'e s*mfi*lBedW,T wavBed, cklosed thÉei Oyóaard door Wa'nrdt mwalkedU oRuZtx.
At the same time, Justin Harris was still wondering, clearly a girl in yellow riding a bicycle hit his car, how come in a blink of an eye, the person is gone? Could he have been mistaken?
He looked down at his fallen bicycle, and looked at the door of his Ferrari, slightly narrowed his eyes, seemed to think of something, his face instantly became grave. After staying at the scene of the crash for a while, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number, calling someone to drag the bike on the ground back.

Justin Harris arrives at The Grand Lux Hotel, parks his car, and walks slowly into the hotel with his hands in his pants pockets.
Tiffany Harris waited anxiously, glancing toward the door. The bride and groom were about to start the toast, and her brother hadn't shown up yet. She hoped he wouldn't let her see him, or she'd give him a good scolding. That kind of temper, it was really annoying.
Finally, she saw her brother Justin from afar, and realized that he was so slow that he looked like he was taking a walk, and Tiffany Harris felt a wave of helplessness, tears and laughter, and as she hurried toward him, she blurted out, "Jus, where have you been? Why are you so late? Hurry up! Auntie and uncle are asking about you, mom and dad are waiting for you, hurry up!" With that, she grabbed his hand and hurriedly went inside.
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As soon as she heard the bicycle, Melanie's face instantly became bitter, she looked up at Alex pitifully, "Store manager, my bicycle ...... is missing."
"What? Gone?" Alex asked suspiciously, "How could the bike be missing? Could it be that I didn't lock it properly when I parked it, and it was stolen by a thief?" Except for that possibility, Melanie's bike couldn't have flown away on its own.
After some thought, Melanie didn't hide anything, and told the story of her collision with a Ferrari, and her escape.
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Melanie also thought of this bad consequence, but for now, she could only try to think of the good direction. "He's got a Ferrari, he doesn't care about the cost of repairing the car, he's not going to call the police on him for that, is he?"
After all, Alex had never experienced similar incidents, and could not think of a good solution for a while. He said to Melanie: "You should be more careful when you send flowers in the future, don't let this happen again, who can bear the pressure for a second time?"
Having lost her bicycle, Melanie had to walk to deliver flowers. It was so hot in the summer, how long did she have to walk? But Alex saw her enthusiasm and couldn't bear to see her, so he lent her his bike for a while, letting her use it first.
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Melanie and the manager of Blooming Flowers are already very familiar with each other, and the manager was very impressed with her performance during those two months, and promised to let her come back to work part-time during the summer and winter vacations in the future.
During the two months of summer vacation, Melanie earned a lot of money from her part-time job, and thought she would use the money to buy some things she needed, so that when school started, she wouldn't have so much free time to wander around.