"What?" Thea Lynch thought she was hearing things.
Ian Preston stared at her and asked, "Don't you like it?"
"I-I do." Thea stuttered, not quite understanding what he meant.
She had just walked around the conservatory, and the servants mentioned that the flowers inside were quite rare. Normally, apart from Ian himself, only two horticulturists could freely enter and exit the conservatory.
Moreover, Ian had just said that even Silas Cheney hadn't been allowed to pick flowers. Silas's relationship with Ian was much closer than hers, calling them brothers through thick and thin wouldn't be an exaggeration.
How could he possibly let her pick them...
He was probably speaking in an ironic way.
"If you like it, go pick one."
"No, that's fine." Thea didn't dare move. "I can just look. It would be a pity to pick them."
He didn't follow her line but instead offered a considerate solution: "If you want to keep it, have someone move it to a flowerpot for you."
Thea: "..."
