Chapter 117: Phone

“Who gave you this?” Hendrix asked sternly while holding the bouquet of flowers that Josh gave her.

Margaux pursed her lips and just stared at him sharply.

“This kind of flower is not good.

choice. I'm sure you didn't like it,” he said then looked around as if searching for something. “Where is the trash can?”

Her brows instantly furrowed, “Put that back on my table”

“This?” He shook his head, “I'll just buy you roses,” he muttered.

“Roses?,” she scoffed. “I hate roses the most,” she uttered sarcastically. She shook her head and marched towards his direction. Then she snatched the bouquet away from his hand and put it back on the table herself.

Folding her arms, she turned around and faced him with a grim expression. “Why are you here?” She raised her eyebrows.

“You didn't go back to my apartment, so I visit you instead,” he answered casually.

Margaux’s eyes darkened as she looked at him.

She didn’t like his answer, especially the way he said it so confidently.

“I