Chapter 422


    ‘Ready ready. It’s all right now,’ Eric said gently.


    “You have no idea how scared I was. I could have died, or my face could have been scarred. Look, I


    shaved my whole wrist and leg too.


    ‘That hurts?’


    “Of course I do, but I feel so much better now that you’re here. Yep, they are definitely a couple. Eric


    said they weren’t? Okay, right. I wondered if I should go in now as they were enjoying themselves and I


    didn’t want to disturb them.


    However, Eric said, ‘Why are you outside, Lilian? In between.’


    ‘Lilian is here? Where?’ When she heard her words, Camille started looking for me.


    So I walked in, forcing a smile. “Are you all right, Camille?”


    ‘Loads better now. Thanks foring, Lily. Oh, and you got me flowers? Eric told you that Casa nca


    is my favorite, didn’t he?


    “Yes, he said you loved Casa ncas.


    ‘Did he really say that?’ She looked at Eric sheepishly. ‘Oh, right. Eric, how’s the Casa nca I nted


    in the garden? Are you taking care of them?


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    ‘Yes, and they are growing healthy.’


    Camille then smiled at me. ‘Eric gave me the seeds for my birthday. Petty, isn’t it? He only gave me


    Casa nca seeds and nothing else.


    I smile awkwardly. ‘It’s a good gift. Casa nca means pure love, and that’s what guys give the girls


    they like. nting and caring for them until they bloom is a beautiful thing. To my surprise, Mr. Walker is


    the romantic here.


    Eric frowned and looked at me for a moment. Camille, on the other hand, looked excited. ‘Really? I


    didn’t think much about it. You know a lot, Lily. Oh, your husband must have given you a lot of lilies too.


    ‘In truth. He only gives me roses.


    ‘Roses are good as they are the symbol of love. Your husband must love you very much.


    What a strange question. I just smiled because I had no way to respond. Camille was still praising


    Carson when Eric looked at the time and impatiently shooed me away, saying, ‘Didn’t you say you were


    visiting a friend?’


    ‘Lily, are you here to see a friend?’


    ‘Yes,’ I joked along, but I remembered that. You forced me here, and now you’re kicking me


    out? Damn, are you making a fool of me? Not that I wanted to stay here anyway, so him chasing me


    was right. So I got up and said goodbye.


    Instead of taking the elevator, I took the stairs. As I turned the corner, I heard a familiar voice saying, ‘It


    hurts, honey.’


    It sounded like Jolene, so I stopped in my tracks and looked in the direction of the voice. When I looked


    down one floor, I saw Jolene leaning against the stair railing, talking with the phone in her hand. It really


    is her.