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 suggest you let me deliver them to your

“No, thanks.”

as usual.

then he left.

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

give him one, her husband yawned and came

man, buying flowers for his wife every week.” The owner looked enviously at her husband,

difference between her husband and

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

But…

greeted by

click, Wayne turned on the light.

ten years since Rosalynn moved into this apartment.

in the traces

not–so-fresh flowers from the vase, carefully cleaned the

was done, it was

he was picking out clothes from

and her presence in this house had gradually

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