Chapter 313
Rosalynn looked at the bouquets following the owner’s guidance.
Then she paused for a moment. Besides champagne roses, there were sunflowers and purple daisies.
She used to order these flowers frequently from this shop before.
The owner seemed to genuinely appreciate the customer who ordered the flowers.
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Before Rosalynn could react, she heard the owner saying, “It’s a gentleman who buys flowers twice a
week for his wife. Apart from seasonal flowers, he always buys a bouquet of sunflowers and purple
daisies, probably since his wife likes them.”
So it’s for his wife… That’s what Rosalynn was thinking.
“He must really love his wife,” Rosalynn replied and then pointed to the sunflowers behind the owner.
“I’ll take all the sunflowers.”
“You have good taste. Our sunflowers are the best in central H City, if not the entire city!” said the
owner as she efficiently wrapped up the flowers for Rosalynn.
“Miss, are these flowers a gift?” the owner asked.
“Yeah, kind of. My daughter loves sunflowers,” Rosalynn answered.
Ivy’s first painting was of sunflowers.
Hria knew she loved them and even made her an entire sunflower field.
“Miss, you look like a student yourself! I can’t believe you have a daughter already!” the owner sweet–
talked.
Rosalynn couldn’t help but smile.
After she bought the sunflowers, a drizzle started outside. Rosalynn held the flowers, opened the car’s
backseat, and carefully ced the flowers inside. Then she got in the car, slowly started it, and left the
familiar yet unfamiliar street.
Not much had changed in the city in thest five years.
Rosalynn took her eyes off the street and also let go of the slight mncholy that arose deep inside.
As she drove out of the intersection, a ck Maybách passed her.
Inside the car.
An obviously exhausted Wayne was watching a video on his iPad. It had been a few days since he first
saw the photograph of Rosalynn. Wayne had practically abandoned all his work to focus on the search
for the person who appeared at the science museum that day. However… Due to theck of
surveince, nothing turned up.
He even found the blogger who took the video and bought all the material she shot that day.
Initially, the blogger was very cautious. Wayne then decided to visit her personally, and upon realizing
that it was Wayne, the blogger agreed happily and sold the video to him.
However…
“Mr. Silverman, we know why you want to buy the video, but before selling it to you, I must tell you the
truth… After some inte users discovered that someone simr to Ms. Tesdal appeared in the video,
my colleagues and I went through the video frame by frame, but she never appeared in our footage
again.”
Wayne watched the video intently.
His eyes were already bloodshot and there were dark circles underneath.
“President Silverman, we’ve arrived at the flower shop,” the driver told Wayne after parking the car.
Wayne paused the video, “Move the car to the garage.”
“Yes, sir!”
Wayne got out of the car, with raindrops falling on his face, giving a cooling sensation.
Like he couldn’t feel it, he walked straight into the flower shop.
It so happened that the owner was chatting with her husband, “The sunflowers sold out, so we need to
ask the farmer to send more
tomorrow.”
As soon as she finished her sentence, she heard the wind chime ring.
She turned around with a smile, “Here you are, sir. Your bouquets are right here!”
Wayne nodded, paid the bill, and stared to walk out after picking up the bouquets.
As he reached the door, the wind outside gently blew in.
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His footsteps paused for a moment, then he instinctively turned back.
“Sir, do you want to buy any other flowers?” the owner asked.
Wayne didn’t quite know why, but for that split second just now, it felt like…