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?
