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?”

brought the flowers out, “I still suggest you

“No, thanks.”

as

then he

leave before realizing that

came out from the back: “Did the customer

looked enviously at her husband, who

was there such a difference between her husband and other

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…

he was greeted by endless

turned on the light.

more than ten years

here was covered in the traces of

flowers from the vase, carefully cleaned the

was done, it

hot shower, and when he was picking out clothes from the wardrobe, his eyes lingered

presence in this house had

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