Sean York was also stunned for a moment, his eyes instinctively flicking to Evan Holland.
Evan Holland wasn't as handsome as Sean, nor was he as tall. He looked to be about five-foot-nine, was slightly chubby, and had an honest, good-natured face. Right now, he was so nervous that his forehead was beaded with sweat, and the hand clutching the flowers was trembling. He was clearly worried about being rejected.
Sean instinctively glanced at Joanne Chase, wanting to know what was on her mind.
Just then, Joanne Chase looked up at him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, they were both silent.
Joanne Chase carefully considered how to respond.
But Sean York spoke first. "Sorry, she's already seeing someone, so she won't be able to say yes."
Evan Holland froze, and a flash of disappointment crossed his eyes. "Oh, is that so? It's... it's all right. Someone as wonderful as Joanne Chase is bound to have a partner. That's perfectly normal."
With that, he turned to leave.
