Chapter 1118 The Lilies


    "Did Derek send them?" Elizabeth quickly surmised that it must be Derek. He was always one to


    unt his wealth and make a scene.


    "Derek is out of his mind! He isn''t even in Barnes anymore," J eximed, shocked and at a loss


    for words. She picked up the bouquet, ready to toss it away. "I''ll have to give him a piece of my mind


    someday."


    Elizabeth then noticed a card nestled in the flowers and had a sudden thought. She reminded


    J, "Hold on, don''t throw them away just yet. You should read the card first."


    J dismissed the idea of reading the card, believing Derek had given up after their previous


    encounter. Despite J''s dismissive words, she couldn''t help but grab the card and flip it over in


    frustration.


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    She abruptly stopped speaking.


    The card was written in Brandon''s handwriting.


    Elizabeth noticed that J''s face was reddening and approached her and asked, "These don''t


    appear to be from Derek, do they? Did Brandon send them? What did he say? Please show me


    what''s written on the card."


    J hastily concealed the card, licked her lips, and grinned. "Oh, it''s nothing. Just a few words of


    apology."


    Brandon''s card contained a heartfelt apology, expressing regret for their sexual encounter the night


    before and how it might have clouded J''s judgment. He wrote that he wanted to make things


    right and win her back.


    "It would be a shame to throw away these flowers.


    Maybe you can share them with everyone here if you don''t want to keep them." Elizabeth looked


    around and suggested.


    The flowers caught the attention of J''s colleagues, who were all surprised and gathered around


    to admire them. "Lilies are so rare this season. These must have cost a fortune! How generous of


    your admirer!"


    "Could it be from Derek, the model? I heard he''s a big movie star now."


    "Don''t jump to conclusions. It''s actually from J''s husband," Elizabeth interjected. She knew


    Brandon''s intentions to make amends with J, so she let out a small chuckle.


    "Yesterday, I spotted a sports car parked outside. Perhaps it belonged to J''s spouse, I


    suppose."


    "They''ve been together for years, yet their love still burns bright. The flowers... how sweet and


    romantic."


    Upon entering the studio, Draco was greeted by a crowd surrounding J, chatting and giggling.


    The sight was so overwhelming that if he hadn''t been familiar with his own studio, he would have


    assumed he had walked into the wrong ce.


    "What''s going on here during working hours?" The happy chatter immediately subsided, and Draco


    turned to J and said, "Come to my office, please."


    The collective sigh of relief from the designers was almost audible as they dispersed back to their


    workstations.


    J bit her lips and followed Draco into his office. "J, it appears you''vetely gained poprity


    around here." Draco leaned back against his chair as he put the design sketches on the table.


    "I apologize, Mr. Wesley I was engaging in a conversation with my colleagues. I am willing to face


    the consequences of my actions." J spoke with remorse, showing her bravery by taking


    responsibility for her mistake.


    Draco''s face scrunched slightly before a smile crept onto his lips as he said, "No need to be


    concerned. I''m not a stick-in-the-mud. It''s great to see everyone getting along. Actually, I wanted to


    tell you that dress you designed for Este has caused quite a stir in the industry. W Marks has


    received an influx of orders, and with those already scheduled, we''re booked through next year."


    J''s eyes widened with delight. "That''s great news, Mr. Wesley. Did you bring me here to discuss


    new orders?"


    After pondering, J raised her head to look at Draco and furrowed her brows. "However, I still


    have three designs that are not yetpleted. I assume they won''t be finished until the end of the


    year. Shall I call Elizabeth in to assist you with those?" Draco stopped her before she could leave.


    "That''s not it," Draco rified, his fists clenched tightly. J turned around, looking puzzled.


    Draco''s face became grave as he asked J if she had ns to leave W Marks and be an


    independent designer.