Roxanne took out her phone to give Lucian a call.
Meanwhile, during a routine morning at Farwell Group, Lucian was seated at the head of the conference table, listening to his subordinate’s report.
Other than that, no one else was making a sound inside the conference room. All of a sudden, a phone’s vibration could be heard.
Everyone, in unison, looked in the direction of the sound, wondering who was brazen enough not to set their phone on silent mode in Lucian’s presence.
Very quickly, the crowd narrowed down the source of the sound to Lucian’s own phone. At that moment, everyone fell silent while waiting for him to deal with it.
Under normal circumstances, Lucian would end the call and have them continue.
However, this time, after looking at the caller ID with a frown, he pondered a few seconds before instructing with a grim tone, “That’s all for today’s meeting.”
No sooner had he spoken than he got up with his phone and exited the conference room.
Once he closed the door behind him, everyone exchanged puzzled glances, as this was the first time Lucian ended a meeting just to take a call.
From the looks of it, it seemed like an important one.
Hence, everyone wondered if it was related to work.
At the same time, Lucian, with a solemn expression, strode back into his office. Despite answering the call with a frown, he didn’t say a word.
“Mr. Farwell,” Roxanne remarked with a complicated expression while staring at the big bouquet of roses on the floor.
Jolted back to his senses, Lucian actually felt nervous. “What is it?”
By now, she has likely received the flowers and is probably calling about them.
“Nothing really. It’s just that I have received a bouquet of roses with your name written on the card. I just wanted to check if you have sent them to the wrong place?”
Roxanne’s tone sounded as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.
Her words caused Lucian’s eyes to darken. Just when he was about to retort, Jonathan’s advice rang out in his mind, calming him down. “No, I really meant to send them to you.”
He had barely spoken when silence descended upon the call.
Amidst the pause, Roxanne felt an inexplicable sense of panic, unsure of what Lucian‘s gesture mcant
When he didn‘t hear a response from her, the anxious Lucian inquired, “Did you see the card that came with it?”
Upon regaining her senses, Roxanne threw the question back at him instead of answering. “Mr. Farwell, I want to know why you sent mic the roses? I‘m sure you know better than I do what the flowers symbolize.”
Lucian‘s brows gradually furrowed at her words.
This is the first time I have given anyone roses. Isn’t it enough to show my sincerity? Is she really ignorant about it, or does she doubt my feelings for her?
Faced with his silence, Roxanne suppressed her emotions by clasping her palms. Finally, she continued in a casual tone, “Since you‘re aware of what they mean, please don‘t send them to me indiscriminately. Doing so will only put me in a difficult spot.”
Meanwhile. Lysa, who had no way of hearing Lucian‘s answer, could guess what his response was from Roxanne‘s words.
Unable to help herself, she knitted her brows to show her disapproval of how the two youngsters were dealing with their relationship.
It‘s obvious from Mr. Farwell‘s answer that he didn‘t send the flowers by mistake. If even someone old like me knows what the flowers mean, there‘s no reason for the two of them not to. Since Ms. Jarvis is aware, why does she insist on doubting Mr. Farwell‘s intentions?
Back in the office, Roxanne’s response ignited Lucian’s anger. Nonetheless, he quickly suppressed it when he recalled what his objective was. Instead, his tone sounded a little colder. “Of course I know what it means. I also assume that you, Ms. Jarvis, would understand my intentions too.”
With a slight wrinkle of her brows, Roxanne, already feeling tired, could sense that Lucian was acting strangely today. “No, I don’t. Whatever it is, Mr. Farwell, just say it to me directly.”
Amidst his frustrated expression and burning rage, Lucian asserted, “I hope that you’ll return to my side!” His words came as such a sudden shock that Roxanne felt as if she was hit by a sledgehammer.
If it had happened six years ago, she would have been overjoyed to hear those words.
However, now, a sense of mockery was all she felt upon regaining her senses.
What does he mean? On one hand, he’s engaged to Aubree. On the other, he’s sending me roses. What do Aubree and I really mean to him?
After a long silence, the anger within Lucian finally dissipated. He, cognizant of his own words, furrowed his brows in remorse.
Holding back his emotions, Lucian continued as if nothing had happened, “Furthermore, Essie needs a mother. Since she just adores you, and I remember that you, too, are very fond of her-”
Unexpectedly, Roxanne cut him off before he could finish, “Who do you take me for, Mr. Farwell? Do you think that just because Essie likes me, that automatically qualifies me to be her mother? By that logic, Essie’s birth mother is more suitable than me for that role. Therefore, it’s better for you to send Essie back to her!”
Frowning in response, Lucian attempted to clarify himself, but the call ended before he could say a word.
In the end, his eyes brimmed with anger and regret as he stared at the blank screen of his phone.
I’m truly at my wits‘ end on how to get through to her. After I went this far and declared
this far and declared my intentions clearly, she still ends up misunderstanding me! What in the world did I do wrong?
After ending the call, Roxanne turned around to look at Lysa. “Lysa, please take the flowers back to the florist and get them to personally hand them over to Lucian.”
Lysa felt hesitant upon hearing Roxanne’s words. “Ms. Jarvis, don’t you think it’s inappropriate?”
Lucian’s sincerity was obvious even to an outsider like her.
Throughout this entire time, she had seen for herself how attentive Lucian was to Roxanne.
Every time the latter fell sick, he would always be by her side to care for her.
Consequently, there was no reason to doubt Lucian’s feelings for her at all.
By doing this… Even if she doesn’t accept him, is it really necessary to go so far as to crush his heart?
Narrowing her eyes, Roxanne retorted matter–of–factly, “Why is it inappropriate? I should have never received them in the first place.”
No sooner had she spoken than Roxanne explained to Lysa, “Don’t misunderstand. Our relationship isn’t what you think it is. One day, when we have time, I’ll tell you all about it.”
Roxanne’s words filled Lysa with even greater curiosity.
It looks like there’s more to them than meets the eye. In that case, it’s not my place as an ignorant outsider to judge.
With that thought in mind, the conflicted Lysa agreed, “I’ll return as soon as possible. You should stay put and not move a muscle. Or else, the wound might rip open.”
Roxanne pursed her lips and smiled.
When Lysa brought the flowers back to the florist, the latter instantly recognized the bo Even the card that came with it was left untouched.
“Hi, um…” Lysa broke into an apologetic smile. “Please send these flowers back to Farwell Group. Make sure you hand it over to Mr. Farwell personally.”
The words caused the florist to widen her eyes in shock. No wonder the customer from the morning looked so familiar. Not only was he handsome but also seemed rich. Even then, I had not expected him to be the CEO of Farwell Group.
What was even more inconceivable was that the flowers he sent ended up being rejected.
Consequently, the florist couldn‘t help but suspect there was something wrong with her flowers. Hence, she inquired, “May I know if there‘s anything unsatisfactory with our flowers?”
Lysa shook her head with a smile. “No, they‘re fine. We‘re just returning them for personal reasons.”
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