Chapter 917


    Chapter 917


    "I didn''t know that Keegan got you flowers, nor did he ask for my help," Marshall said as he looked at


    the flowers. "Maybe we have simr tastes. This bouquet looks quite simr to the one I sent you on


    the first day you were filming."


    Ste paused. "You sent me flowers?"


    Marshall nodded.


    “Did you send them to the set?" Ste frowned and asked.


    "No. I was afraid you wouldn''t get them in time, so I sent them to your house. There was a card inside.


    Didn''t you receive them?"


    Marshall tentatively asked.


    Ste remained silent, and she carefully recalled what happened on


    Valentine''s Day. She and Keegan had juste back from 10th Street, and he insisted on going to her


    ce for drinks. Ste went into her room to change, and Keegan came into the apartment with a


    bouquet of flowers, saying that it was for her. She praised Keegan for having a good eye, but he


    frowned. ''Why would someone like him, who gets high on praise, be unhappy when Iplimented


    him? Is it because he wasn''t the one who got me the flowers? He threw the card away and pretended


    that it was from him?! What the fuck?!''


    Seeing that she was silent, Marshall called out to her. "Ste?"


    Ste came back to her senses and met Marshall''s concerned gaze. She felt embarrassed about the


    situation, even though Keegan was the one who did it. She let out a cough and tried to cover for


    Keegan. "Ah, I remember! The building security called me over the phone that day and said that there


    was a delivery for me. But, I was so busy that I forgot about it. I''m sorry," she said with an apologetic


    face.


    Marshall saw how she was busy apologizing and subconsciously clenched his fists. Only after a while,


    he said, "It''s fine. It''s just a bouquet of flowers. It''s alright if you didn''t get them. You don''t have to be


    sorry about it."


    However, Ste still felt embarrassed when she thought of Keegan iming someone else''s gift as his


    own and her almost exposing him. "I''ll go ask the security about itter," Ste said vaguely as she


    trimmed the stems of the flowers.


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    Marshall did not continue the conversation. He picked up a few roses and asked, "Why do you cut the


    flower stems at an angle?"


    "Honestly, I''m not sure. The people in my gardening group chat do this, so I do it too. I think it''s


    because the flowers can absorb more water and faster with arger surface at the bottom to prolong


    their life? Speaking of flowers, how''s your Clivia nt? Are there any ck spots on the new leaves?"


    Ste turned her head and asked with a smile. Her clothes moved along with her actions, revealing her


    fair skin and an ambiguous red mark on her corbone.


    Marshall was stunned. His pupils were dted. Countless images came up in his mind, and his head


    was filled with thoughts until they finally settled on a scenario of a man and a woman kissing.


    The image then shattered into a million pieces, and his world turned ck and white with a sh of red.


    Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Ste turned around and nced at him curiously. Marshall''s


    lips were tightly pursed, and his face was indescribably pale. Something about him looked wrong.


    Ste was shocked for a moment and called out, "Mr. Moore? Marshall?"


    Marshall abruptly came back to his senses and looked at Ste in a daze for a few seconds before he


    uttered, "What?"


    "You don''t look so good. Is something wrong?" Ste frowned.