Chapter 163 Ships Passing in the Night

Fiona followed the florist's gesture and gazed at the bunches of flowers, pausing briefly.

Besides the champagne roses, there were also sunflowers and purple daisies, the varieties she often ordered from this store.

The florist seemed to truly appreciate the person who ordered these flowers.

Before Fiona could collect her thoughts, she heard the florist saying, "There's this gentleman who comes in twice a week to buy flowers for his wife. In addition to the seasonal blooms, he always picks up sunflowers and purple daisies, probably his wife's favorites."

Buying them for his wife, huh? Fiona mused.

"He must be very fond of his wife." Fiona responded, then pointed to a display behind the florist, "I'll take the sunflowers."

"You have good taste. Our sunflowers here, if not the best in the whole Bay City, are certainly the best in the central district!"

While chatting, the florist skillfully wrapped Fiona's flowers.

"Are these for someone special?" the florist asked.

"You could say that,