Chapter 673 Magical Flower Meanings
"What about red roses?" ir asked tentatively.
Wesley hesitated and then said, "No. Not those." Even though he had little to no knowledge about the
meanings of different flowers, he knew red roses meant "I love you."
They weren''t a couple, so he couldn''t buy her red roses.
"So much for your promise. Wesley, you don''t need toe by every day..."
"Fine, I''ll buy you the red roses." He finally gave in. Anyway, buying her a bouquet of red roses didn''t
necessarily mean they were boyfriend-girlfriend.
ir leaned against the wall and looked at the bouquet of yellow roses in her arms. She smiled. "How
about this? If you say ''I love you, '' then you don''t have to buy me flowers," she suggested.
"No." He would rather buy the red roses than confess his love to her.
To him, the words "I love you" meant amitment. He couldn''t say them casually. He wasn''t afraid of
ir wasn''t surprised, nor was she angry. She already knew his answer even before she asked. She
stood on tiptoe to draw her face near to his and whispered, "Wesley, listen. I''ll go back to the apartment
with you. But we can''t keep doing this. I''ll get tired of it, and want real love. When that happens, there
will be no ''us.'' We won''t have a future anymore..."
He tightened his arms around her waist. Their noses touched; they could feel each other''s breath, the
lifting of the chest as they drew in air. After a moment of silence, he said quietly, "ir, there are a lot of
ways to love someone. Being together isn''t the only way. If you''re happy, so am I."
ir felt like she had heard those words somewhere. ''Oh, right! On TV. The guy always says that to the
girl, '' she realized.
At the thought of it, she sighed helplessly. Wesley was so stubborn. She found it hard tomunicate
with him. "You don''t need to buy me red roses. I like the yellow ones. They''re beautiful." As she finished
speaking, she pushed the man away from her and began to arrange the pressed flowers nicely.
"Go back with me." He stressed his purpose again.
ir nodded. "Before that, answer me one question. Are you dating Ga? I love you, but if you
already have a girlfriend, I can''t. I won''t be the other woman."
Wesley answered sinctly, "I don''t like her."
"But she likes you."
"That''s her problem," he said firmly.
"Okay. Let''s go back home." ir handed the flowers to him, and began to pack her things.
Some minutester, hand in hand, Wesley and ir checked out of the hotel together, the soldier
dragging her suitcase behind them. The girl held a bouquet of yellow roses the whole time.
Just as they walked to the gate, they bumped into a couple that Wesley knew. They greeted each other
briefly and then said their goodbyes.
When Wesley was out of sight, the woman said to the man, "Honey, the girl next to the Li family''s son
looked different from the little girl we metst time. Is he two-timing her?"
The man didn''t find it surprising at all. He said nonchntly, "He''s from a rich and powerful family. He
probably has lots of lovers."
"You''re right. Rich people—go figure. Wesley has a nice figure on him. He may need more than just
one to satisfy him," the woman said bluntly in front of her husband. She didn''t feel the slightest bit
embarrassed talking about sex.
But the man got nervous. He hissed, "Shush! Don''t talk so loud. Don''t mention his name, for God''s
sake. If someone hears us, we could get in trouble."
In an instant, the woman stole a look around the hotel. There was no one within earshot.
ir was already in Wesley''s car, both of them heading to the Eastern Coastal Apartments.
On their way, ir asked Wesley to stop at a flower shop.
He expected her to ask for the red roses again. But unexpectedly, she picked up a bouquet of ck
cymbidium orchids. Those were pretty rare, and they caught her eye. She asked Wesley to pay for it.
After getting into the car, Wesley saw a happy smile on the girl''s face. He didn''t know why, but he was
happy, too.
Suddenly, ir looked at him.
"Wesley, can you swing by Megan''s? I loved her gift, and I thought I''d return the favor."
"What are you up to?" He cast a sidelong nce at her, confused.
ir blinked naughtily. "Didn''t she give you some advice about buying me the flowersst time? You
should go thank her."
Taking a look at the ck flowers she was holding, he immediately understood what was going on.
Soon, they arrived at Megan''s apartment. At first, Megan was happy to see Wesley, but when the
soldier handed her a bouquet of ck cymbidium, her face instantly changed abruptly. "Uncle Wesley,
what..."
Wesley nodded, "Yeah, it''s from me."
Megan bit her lower lip to hold back her anger. She didn''t take the flowers from him and asked, "Uncle
Wesley, what? Why?"
He replied calmly, "Thank you for your advice about flowers for ir."
Megan was no fool, and quickly figured out what was going on. With a bitter smile, she said, "ir''s
idea, right?"
He was silent.
"Do you know the meaning behind these flowers?"
Wesley was almost driven crazy by the words "meaning" and "flower." When he heard them again, he
lost his patience. "I don''t care about that."
With that, he threw the flowers into her arms and turned around to leave. Megan said quickly, "It means
the girl''s a ho. She''s an unfaithful slut..."
Wesley stopped in his tracks. Who knew there could be so many different flower meanings? It was
beyond his knowledge.
"Why did ir have you give this to me? What is she trying to say? Uncle Wesley, what did I do
wrong?" Megan''s pitiful sobbing voice rang behind him.
"This feud between you two is stupid." Without turning his head around, he walked into the elevator.
Since Megan knew what the ck cymbidium symbolized, she knew about the carnations, too,
probably. Why did she suggest he buy them for ir in the first ce? He was just in the middle of a
flower war. Wesley didn''t like what Megan did. His face darkened.
Nheless, he didn''t care about any of that. Women would be women, and if they yed tricks, it was
none of his concern.
ir idly sat in the passenger seat and watched Wesleye closer. He wasn''t holding the bouquet of
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flowers, so he must have given it to Megan.
He opened the car door and sat in the driver''s seat. Before he buckled up, he pulled the smug woman
into his arms and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Was that fun?"
ir felt pain. She covered her mouth and red at him. "Yes..." Her voice trailed off. The man pulled
her hand away and kissed her on the lips again.
After they returned to their apartment, they went to their respective bedrooms. Wesley hadn''t kissed
ir in a long time. He felt the kiss in the car wasn''t enough.
Absent-mindedly, he finished his shower quickly and came out with a bath towel around his waist. He
had just taken his pajamas from the closet and pulled off the bath towel when the door was suddenly
pushed open. "Wesley, where''s my luggage... Ahh! You... I... Why...are you naked?"
ir hastily covered her eyes and turned around to leave, her face as red as a tomato.
"Stop!" Wesley called out to stop the woman and slowly put on his pajamas. Then he walked up behind
her.
ir thought he was angry, so she apologized, "I''m sorry. I didn''t mean it. I always knock, I mean I
usually do. I just forgot this time. Sorry!" She was telling the truth.
He was close now. She opened her eyes slowly and turned around. Seeing him in his pajamas, she
heaved a sigh of relief.
But he suddenly took her in his arms and whispered in her ear, his hot breath falling on her neck.
"Remember what you told me the other day? You''re right, you know, it''s been awhile. Remember when
you got me off? You need to help me now."
"What... When did I say that? No, I didn''t mean it like that..."
"Whatever! ir, I already apologized to you. I deserve a reward."
"How?" She suddenly had a bad feeling.
Wesley grabbed her hands which were already healed and answered her with action.