Just as she finished, Lysa, with no intention to further explain, put the flowers down and left.
Looking at the rejected flowers, the confused florist began to grow curious about its intended recipient.
Not only is Mr. Farwell showering her with attention, but she also has the audacity to reject his advances, What makes this woman so special?
After ruminating about the matter, the florist ordered her deliveryman to pass on Lysa‘s message.
On that particular afternoon, Cayden was about to head out for lunch when the receptionist called out to him, “Mr. Lawson, there‘s a man here to deliver roses, and he insists on sending them to Mr. Farwell personally.”
Despite being in her role for a long time, the receptionist couldn‘t make a decision, as it was the first time she encountered such a scenario.
Slightly surprised by her words, Cayden quickly recalled Lucian asking for the contact of a florist the night before.
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 assistant,” 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 drastically changed.
That woman! Not only has she rejected my flowers, but she also sent them back to me!
“Mr. Farwell?” Cayden froze when he felt the sudden tension in the air.
Upon gathering his wits, Lucian responded coldly, “Leave the flowers, and off you go.”
Grunting in acknowledgment, Cayden put the flowers down before leaving the office.
Just as he was closing the door, his curiosity got him thinking.
I wonder who it was that sent the flowers, to the extent of triggering such rage from Mr. Farwell.
At that moment, Roxanne’s image flashed across Cayden’s mind.
Come to think of it, she’s the only one who is capable of eliciting such a reaction from him. Also, Mr. Farwell would send roses to no one else but her. I wonder what are both of them fighting about now. Whatever it is, subordinates like us will have to suffer for getting the short end of the stick.
When it was time to get off work in the evening, Cayden breathed a sigh of relief for having survived until then. Just as he had expected, Lucian was in a grouchy mood for the rest of the afternoon after receiving the bouquet of flowers.
Having served Lucian for a long time, Cayden knew how to navigate his way around and avoid getting on Lucian’s nerves. Nonetheless, it didn’t stop Lucian from scowling at him.
Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said of the senior management who went into his office to make their reports. All of them ended up receiving a piece of his mind.
By the time they came out, their faces had lost all color. Just when Cayden expected to stay back for work, he was surprised when Lucian didn’t need him to.
“Please help me pick Essie up,” Lucian instructed before he left.
Only when he saw Lucian enter the
elevator did Cayden regain his senses and grunted in acknowledgment.
Why isn’t he picking her up since he’s leaving work early?
After pondering for a moment, Cayden snuck a peek inside Lucian’s office and saw that the bouquet of flowers he had brought inside earlier was left untouched.
I guess the reason why Mr. Farwell isn’t picking Ms. Estella up has something to do with the flowers.
After leaving the office, Lucian drove straight to Queen Group.
Since Jonathan was the one who came up with the idea, Lucian naturally wanted to clarify the problem he was facing with the former.
At Queen Group, Jonathan had just finished for the day and was preparing to drive home.
Therefore, he was surprised to see a familiar Jeep Cherokee parked outside his company the moment he stepped out.
If I’m not wrong, that’s one of Lucian’s rides. What is he doing here at this hour?
Curious, Jonathan approached the car and knocked on the window.
As the window gradually wound down, it revealed Lucian’s gloomy expression.
Jonathan’s heart sank when he saw his friend’s face. “Lucian, what are—”
With furrowed brows, Lucian remarked, “Get in. Let’s go get a drink.”
Jonathan was baffled by the invitation.
In two short days, Lucian invited me out to drink twice, which has never happened before. Unless, of course, he’s having problems with Roxanne again.
As the realization dawned upon him, Jonathan joined Lucian in the car without another word.
The moment he settled down, their car sped off, its inertia almost causing him to sprain his back.
“What happened today? Didn’t I already give you an idea? How did you end up quarreling again?” Jonathan asked while putting on his seatbelt.
The mere mention of the matter infuriated
Lucian, who replied in a frosty voice, “I followed your instructions, and it was useless.”
Hearing that, Jonathan scrunched his brows. “It shouldn’t be that way…”
Frieda never fails to smile every time she receives roses. Even if Roxanne doesn’t accept him, I’m sure she would at least be warmed by his gesture. Unless… she’s somehow different from other women?
“When you sent her the flowers, did you write your confession on a card and tag it along?” Jonathan inquired while racking his brains.
Lucian’s expression was just as grim. “I did. In fact, I even wrote the card myself.”
Knitting his brows slightly, Jonathan lamented, “The more the reason for it not to fail!”
Based on his understanding, the cards that accompanied generic bouquets were usually written by the florist.
Now that Lucian had written one personally, Roxanne, even if her heart was made of stone, should definitely be moved. Is there something wrong with what Lucian wrote?
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.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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