Thorns of Misunderstanding

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.