Chapter 307

A flower shop, in the drizzle, with a dim yellow light on.

The slightly plump owner leaned against the counter with a bored expression, seemingly waiting for someone. She checked the time.

It was almost 11 o’clock, that big customer probably won’t be coming, right?

Just as she thought about closing up, the wind chimes at the door tinkled.

The owner straightened up at once.

At the door, a tall man in a black suit, damp from the rain, walked in.

“Mr. Silverman, I thought you weren’t coming!” The owner greeted him with a smile.

“I was on a business trip. So I’m late.” Wayne replied indifferently, “Where are the flowers?”

owner quickly brought the flowers out, “I still

“No, thanks.”

declined as

he

him to leave before realizing that he didn’t have an

whether to give him one, her husband yawned and came out

his wife every week.” The owner looked enviously at her husband, who was wearing crooked underwear and

difference between

to his apartment and opened the door to a pitch–dark room. He stood at the door for a moment with the flowers, as if waiting for someone to run towards him with a

But…

by

a click, Wayne turned on the light.

been more than ten years since

here was covered in the traces

removed the not–so-fresh flowers from the vase, carefully cleaned the vase as Rosalynn used to do, and then inserted the newly bought flowers.

time he was done, it was

a hot shower, and when he was picking out clothes from the wardrobe,

and her presence in this house had gradually

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