Lucian’s gaze darkened as he stared at his phone. An indeterminate amount of time passed 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 assumed 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.
Her wound had healed nicely, and she could walk quite comfortably. Roxanne convinced Lysa and the boys to allow her to return to the research institute.
She arrived at about ten in the morning, having spent much time trying to persuade Lysa. Roxanne did not know why, but she thought the workers at the research institute were all staring at her with strange expressions.
As she approached the doorway, Colby happened to exit her office. “Dr. Jarvis,” Colby greeted, a conflicted emotion flitting across his expression.
More confused than ever, Roxanne asked, “Did anything happen this morning?”
Why is everyone staring at me like that? And why did Colby come out of my office?
Instead, Colby stared at her with a concerned expression and asked, “Why did you suddenly show up to work? Has your leg healed completely?”
Roxanne replied simply, “Almost.”
After that, she questioned, “So what happened here? Why does it feel as though everyone’s staring at me with such a strange expression?”
Forced into a corner, Colby pretended to be calm and smiled at Roxanne. “Someone sent a bouquet of roses over this morning for you. I thought you weren’t coming today, so I put it in your office for you.”
Colby had run into an employee from the flower shop when he arrived at the research institute that morning.
The employee immediately asked Colby if he knew Roxanne, and Colby froze for a good minute when he saw the bouquet of roses.
Eventually, he received the flowers on Roxanne’s behalf.
His heart churned with an indescribable emotion as he walked into the research institute. Naturally, gossip about the anonymous flower delivery spread like wildfire among the workers at the research institute.
The chatter only ceased when Roxanne herself showed up. After the woman heard Colby’s explanation, her expression froze, and she almost ran to her office, only to see a bouquet of red roses lying on her desk.
From behind her, Colby explained, “I didn’t manage to ask who sent the flowers. Perhaps you already know who sent them.”
Roxanne clenched her fists so hard that her nails dug into her palm. She forced herself to calm down before shooting Colby a strained smile. “I know, but could I trouble you for a favor? If anyone asks about this, just tell them it’s a wrong delivery?”
She did not want the delivery to affect her reputation at work.
Colby was surprised and perplexed by her request. Is she accepting the bouquet sender’s feelings or not?
Meanwhile, Roxanne nodded nonchalantly at him before taking a seat at her desk. As Colby immediately sensed her unwillingness to discuss the issue, he suppressed his curiosity. Instead, he nodded and agreed to her request.
