Chapter 1498: My Name Is Nicole—Nicole as in "shallow," Nicole as in "tide" [1]

"Nicole, what do you want from me! What do I have to do for you to come out and see me! Do you even know how much I miss you!"

"Just give me a word, let me see you for a moment, is my request too much? Is it high?"

"Nicole, come out for me!! Are you planning to let us drag this out for a lifetime? Nicole, I admit I can’t hold on! You won, I’m utterly defeated!"

"Nicole, I concede defeat, I bow my head to you for a lifetime, just to have you appear within my sight!"

"Don’t be so cruel, making me wait for you a lifetime, do you know, without you, every minute and every second is torment!"

No matter how Jose Floyd shouted, the person who didn’t appear remained unseen, Nicole’s silhouette did not come before her eyes.

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Night, quietly arrived.

Saturated with rainwater, Jose Floyd lost himself as he walked the streets of the small town, the heavy rain continued to pour, messages appeared on his phone, yet they fell on deaf ears.

Street after street, as the cold rain washed over him, his entire body soaked through, appearing quite wretched.

The umbrella in his hand was dropped on the ground absentmindedly, his steps didn’t stop, he kept searching for the person in his heart, hoping for one more chance to see her.

His body went numb from the cold, his heart hurt so much that breathing became difficult, yet his steps didn’t cease, forcing himself to continue searching.

After a whole day’s search, without a sip of water, not having eaten anything, when Jose Floyd returned to the hotel, Henrik Woody, who was waiting there, was already worried sick.

Seeing him return, Henrik Woody immediately came forward, "Young Master Floyd, you’re back, I thought... I was just about to go look for you."

Jose Floyd walked past Henrik Woody without saying a word, his face frighteningly grim.

Henrik Woody didn’t dare to guess Jose Floyd’s thoughts, quickly instructing the hotel staff to prepare food and send it to Jose Floyd’s room. Remembering how drenched Young Master Floyd was just now, Henrik Woody immediately left the hotel to buy clothes for Jose Floyd to change into.

The items sent to his room by the hotel were returned untouched, as Jose Floyd lay on the bed with a dizzy head resting. Exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he fell into a deep sleep with his eyes closed.....

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The next morning, Jose Floyd noticed the clothes placed by his bedside and guessed they were prepared by Henrik Woody. He changed clothes and left the hotel in a daze to continue his search.

His body feverish, with the rain still coming down, Jose Floyd braved the rain searching the streets one by one. Someone said they saw her on Willow West Street yesterday, so Jose Floyd pursed his lips and headed towards West Street, seriously looking for her.

On West Street, there was a street vendor holding a loudspeaker, selling ancient town souvenirs under an umbrella, the loudspeaker’s volume far exceeded that of human voices.

Jose Floyd’s eyes moved momentarily, he lifted his legs and went over, directly took the loudspeaker from the vendor’s hand, pulled out a wad of cash from his bag and handed it over, his voice indifferent: "I want this loudspeaker."

The vendor glanced at the customer in astonishment, took the money, and looked at the customer as if he were mentally unstable, picked up his load, and ran, afraid that Jose Floyd would take the money back.

Holding the loudspeaker, Jose Floyd stood on West Street, repeatedly shouting ’Nicole’ hoarsely.

His voice grew increasingly hoarse, his throat ached, his eyes turned a deep red, his body’s temperature kept rising, as Jose Floyd stood under the willow tree, holding the loudspeaker, yelling lowly: "Nicole, come out for me! Come out and see me! Let me see you once!"

It’s unknown how long he shouted, his low growl, carried by the wind, reverberated along the entire West Street, echoing within every small yard....

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Eight more Chapters!! Happy Qixi Festival everyone~~~~

Regina Floyd, nickname Regina~~ Young Master Floyd and Nicole’s daughter~

I inexplicably think it’s quite pleasant~~ just because of the saying "What you never forget will always return to you." Behind the scenes where you can’t see, behind the descriptions I haven’t given, you only witness Young Master Floyd’s longing, not seeing Nicole’s longing. I’ll express Nicole’s longing for Young Master Floyd in one simple phrase~~~ Regina Floyd, Nicole’s longing~