NovelAppChapter 257 "Ms. Hudson, got a delivery for you." The delivery guy, balancing a bouquet of white roses in his arms, extended them towardswith a sheepish grin.
White roses, my favorite. Only someone who really knowswould choose these.
Immediately, my thoughts flew to Conrad. He's always been the one to sendwhite roses on my birthday and occasionally, as a sweet gesture, on ordinary days.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut today wasn't special, or was it? Why would he sendflowers out of the blue? As I stood there, lost in thought, the delivery guy nudged the bouquet closer, clearly eager to dash off to his next drop.
Reluctantly, I took the flowers from him.
"Who's the lucky guy? Boyfriend?" chirped Grant from behind me.
I was about to dismiss his guess when a card slipped from between the flowers. Grant, ever helpful, bent down to pick it up and handed it to me. Scrawled on it was a simple message: "Girl, hope you have a great day." That word 'girl' sent shivers down my spine, instantly bringing to mind the smug face of Jimmy Perez. Never in a million years would I have guessed it was him! But how did he know about my love for white roses? It didn't take long forto connect the dots - Haley must've told him. The realization hitlike a ton of bricks. That woman, in her cunning attempt to keepaway from her man, had set her brother on me. Did she really think I'd fall for that? "Which guy sent these, huh?" Grant buzzed aroundlike an annoying bee, clearly too invested in my love life for his own good.
I decided to play along, teasing, "Syoung hunk." "What?" Grant looked genuinely shocked, his reaction amusingto no end.
Ignoring his stunned silence, I strutted into the office.
"Director, got flowers from your beau? Such good taste, so beautiful." "Director's truly one of a kind, fancying white roses." The office joined in the banter, but I brushed it off with a smile, "Would I be working with you if I had ordinary tastes?" My tactful compliment shut them up, sending them back to their tasks.
Back in my office, I tossed the roses on the couch, playing with the card before scanning the number left intentionally. He was daringto call, likely to give him a piece of my mind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs if I'd waste my saliva on him.
Tossing the card into the bin, I settled into work, only to be was a message from Fuzzi interrupted by my phone by my phone buzzing. It [Busy?] His texts were always straight to the point, never wasting a word.
Leaning back in my chair, I replied: [Not really.] Ernest: [What are you up to?] Me: [Texting you.] Ernest: [...] Me: [Something on your mind?] Ernest: [Just checking in.] I didn't know how to respond to that. A message out of the blue, especially from someone with
romantic history, usually meant one thing: they were missing you. Oh, the bitter-sweetness of love.
Ernest: [Anything interesting happen at work today?]
I hesitated, then, glancing at the roses on my couch, snapped a photo and sent it to him: [Aren't they pretty?] Ernest: [Where did they cfrom?]
I could almost see his scowl through the screen, a smirk playing on my lips as typed back: [A secret admirer.] Ashburn X
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