Chapter 160 Moral Support?

In the heart of the city, there was a florist's shop, its dim yellow light visible through the fine rain.

The somewhat plump shopkeeper leaned on the counter, looking bored, apparently waiting for someone.

She glanced at the time.

It was nearly eleven, surely the major client wouldn't come now?

Just as she considered closing up for the night, the chime of the doorbell sounded.

The shopkeeper straightened up immediately.

At the entrance stood a man in a black suit, tall, with a dampness about him, walking in.

"Mr. Solomon, I thought you weren't coming!" The shopkeeper greeted him with a cheerful smile.

"I got held up on a business trip." Darwin spoke casually, "The flowers?"

"I've kept them for you!" The shopkeeper quickly brought out the flowers. "I still suggest that I deliver them to your place regularly, to save you the trouble."

"No need." he refused as always and then left.

After he departed, the shopkeeper belatedly realized that the gentleman hadn't carried an umbrella.

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