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?”

the flowers out, “I still suggest you let me deliver them to your apartment

“No, thanks.”

declined as usual.

he left.

owner waited for him to leave before

came out from the back: “Did the

for his wife every week.” The owner looked enviously at her husband, who was

a difference between her

and opened the door to a pitch–dark room. He stood at the door for a moment with the flowers, as if waiting for

But…

greeted by endless silence

Wayne turned on the

more than ten years since Rosalynn moved into this

was covered in the traces of

flowers from the vase, carefully cleaned the vase as Rosalynn used

the time he was done, it was nearly

picking out clothes from the wardrobe, his eyes lingered

and her presence in this house

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