Chapter 570

A few seconds later, Luke reversed his car and stopped right in front of me. He rolled down the window and glanced at the bouquet in my arms.

Feeling his gaze, I quickly adjusted my expression, trying to hide the delight I felt. But when I looked up at him, I saw his eyebrows knit tightly together.

“Do you like roses?” Luke asked.

He sent these roses, right?

My mother has always been a lover of flowers and plants, and growing up around her, I developed a fondness for roses. Although they weren’t my absolute favorite, I did like them. And because they were from him, I cherished them even more.

His comment, however, left me confused.

I looked at him, unsure of what to say.

“You actually like such a cliché flower? That's bad taste.”

I was speechless.

From his words, it was clear that these flowers weren’t from him.

“Get in the car. I need to ask you something work-related.”

“I’m not ready for work just yet.” At that moment, my mood was anything but cheerful. Unlike before, when I would ea