But why have the flowers been sent here? And why does he need to receive them personally?“Please put them aside first. I’ll bring them up to Mr. Farwell in a while,” Cayden replied upon regaining his senses.Even though the receptionist acknowledged Cayden’s instructions, the deliveryman protested, “But our customer insists that I deliver it to Mr. Farwell personally.”“Don’t worry. I’m his a*sistant,” Cayden explained. “I’ll definitely hand them over to him.”The deliveryman hesitated briefly before leaving the flowers with the receptionist.When Cayden came back from lunch in the afternoon, he knocked on Lucian’s door with the flowers in hand.Having heard Lucian’s acknowledgment from inside, he entered the office and asked tactfully, “Mr. Farwell, these came in the afternoon with instructions that you receive them in person.”Lucian, engrossed in his work, only looked up when he heard Cayden’s words.At the sight of the bouquet of roses in the latter’s arms, Lucian’s expression dr
Holding that thought, Jonathan couldn’t resist asking, “What did you write?” However, Lucian had no intention of going into that detail, for Roxanne didn’t even mention the card.In fact, when he asked her about it, she simply ignored his question, causing him to wonder if she had even seen it.But if she hadn’t read it, how would she have known that I was the one who sent her the flowers?Lucian continued to ruminate on the matter.Since she chose to call me, she must have read the card but wasn’t willing to talk about it. In that case, can there be something wrong with the card’s contents?Meanwhile, Jonathan, after waiting a long while for a response, pestered him, “What did you write? If you don’t tell me, how would I know where the problem is?”Only then did Lucian relent.Upon hearing what it was, Jonathan couldn’t resist ma*saging his forehead. “What do you mean by ‘let’s be honest with each other’? Aren’t you forcing Ms. Jarvis to speculate? Wouldn’t it have been better to pe
After watching the children enter the kindergarten, Lucian drove to the florist from before. “Mr. Farwell…”The florist couldn’t help but greet him upon learning his identity from the previous day’s events.Lucian nodded with a frown, guessing that the florist knew who he was when the flowers were returned.In response to his acknowledgment, the florist grew visibly nervous. “Is there anything else you need? What do you think of the flowers yesterday?”No sooner had the words rolled off her tongue than she remembered that the flowers were returned.Quickly realizing her faux pas, the anxious florist zipped her lips and wondered if Lucian had come to hold them accountable.At the mention of the flowers, Lucian threw the florist a grim look.Lowering her head fearfully, she didn’t dare utter another word.“From today onward, send the freshest flowers you have to that address every day. As to what kind of flowers, you have the liberty to decide,” Lucian barked out his instructions.Sinc
Lysa came back after returning the flowers. She hesitated about saying something to Roxanne, who was studying some information on her laptop on the couch. Roxanne turned around when she heard some noises near the doorway. Seeing Lysa, she asked, “Have you returned the flowers?”The housekeeper nodded slightly and replied, “I’ve asked someone from the florist’s to send it back.”Satisfied, Roxanne wordlessly returned her attention to her work.Though Colby had been in charge of all matters pertaining to the research institute, he still needed Roxanne to discuss a potential collaboration with the Damaris family.Roxanne treated the matter seriously as well. In fact, during her recovery at home, she had spent most of her attention on the research institute project.Thankfully, Jack knew about her injury and did not hasten her progress. Instead, he allowed her to work at a comfortable pace.His consideration filled Roxanne with some measure of guilt. She was determined to develop an in-d
Roxanne sensed Archie and Benny’s suspicion. Concealing her unease, she calmly led the children to the couch. After Roxanne rested at home for a week, her leg injury had made a decent recovery, and she could already walk una*sisted.Nonetheless, Lysa and the children fussed over her condition and insisted she rest for a couple more days at home.As the three of them settled on the couch, the children’s attention remained on the rejected flowers, and they asked, “Mommy, why didn’t you accept the flowers?”Roxanne did not expect her children’s question and struggled to come up with a reply.Noticing her strange behavior, Archie asked, “The delivery man didn’t answer our question. What if he sent the flowers to the wrong house?”The words had barely left his mouth when Archie hopped off the couch, shooting his mother a final glance before declaring, “I’ll go check with the delivery man. What if he really sent the flowers to the wrong house?”With that said, he actually began walking tow
Lucian’s gaze darkened as he stared at his phone. An indeterminate amount of time pa*sed before he located the flower shop’s number and called them.“Don’t send any flowers tomorrow. Starting next week, please send them to VR Research Institute instead.”The flower shop staff agreed immediately.Meanwhile, though Roxanne had clearly expressed her rejection, she continued to worry that Lucian would ignore her pleas.The next day, Roxanne awoke bright and early and waited in the living room.Her children seemed to echo her thoughts as they came downstairs early to wait with her.The three of them waited with bated breath, especially Roxanne, who was fraught with nerves.Thankfully for her, no one came to ring her doorbell even after a long while.Roxanne was immensely relieved as she watched the suspicions clearing from her sons’ faces. She naively a*sumed that Lucian had finally given up.The next day, after resting at home for almost half a month, Roxanne was dying to return to work.
Before Roxanne could say anything, the man continued, “Besides, you did send the flowers back to my office, didn’t you? Do you want to know how my staff talked behind my back?” Lucian said it matter-of-factly.His reply rendered Roxanne speechless for a moment. After a short pause, she gritted her teeth and retorted, “That’s because your action has caused inconvenience to me, Mr. Farwell!”Lucian let out a baffling laugh. “Your action has caused me inconvenience too, Ms. Jarvis.”“Lucian Farwell!” Roxanne called out his name with a raised voice. “You knew what I meant!”Lucian’s expression turned grim as he responded in a solemn voice, “You knew my intention as well. Why wouldn’t you give me a chance?”Their conversation kept hitting a deadlock.Roxanne pressed her lips, remaining silent for a while. After regaining her composure, she said calmly, “Let’s meet and talk it out.”She had to think of a way to end this quickly as she did not want to play this game with him anymore.Upon h
Given Lucian’s background and stature, he never had the need to put up a front with anybody. Still, he had learned how to control his emotions and facial expressions, having been in the corporate world for so long.Roxanne thought he was really feeling unwell when she saw him frowning.Lucian raised his brows slightly and casually placed one of his hands on his stomach.Roxanne continued sizing him up for a long while. I stayed with him six years ago, and I never knew he had gastritis. That being said, I don’t think he’s just acting. Is he acting weird because he’s experiencing discomfort in his stomach? Otherwise, why would he suddenly change the venue and decide to have a meal instead? Yes, that might be it.Roxanne dispelled her suspicions and agreed to the suggestion through gritted teeth. “I’ve failed to consider your situation, Mr. Farwell. Since you’re not feeling well, you should decide what to eat.”Lucian relaxed the hand he had on his stomach and flashed a subtle grin.“I’