Turning her head, her gaze stiffened as it looked at his face, and suddenly felt a chill down her back.
The person delivering the flowers left after she signed for them.
The flowers were sent by Celeste Sterling, not the gaudy 99 roses, but 48.
48 roses symbolize eternal love.
Is this a challenge?
Ethan Laurent stared at those roses for a long time, a cold smile tugging at his lips.
He grabbed the flowers from the table, roughly crushed them into a heap, scattering the flamboyant petals on the ground, and walked straight to the floor's trash can, without a second glance, he tossed the flowers right in.
"It's nothing, let's continue dining." As if nothing had happened, he sat down next to Summer Ford, picked up his utensils, and began eating with a blank expression.
His action was very domineering, not even giving Summer Ford a chance to look at the flowers, directly taking care of them for her.
Summer Ford watched his actions, feeling nothing inside.
