Unspoken Confessions

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