Later that morning, when Lysa returned home after sending the two boys to kindergarten, she spotted a man outside the door with a bouquet of roses in his hand who was just about to press the doorbell, rendering her feeling slightly perplexed.
She had met quite a few of Roxanne‘s male friends before, but none of them had delivered flowers to her personally. “Hi, may I know who you are?” Lysa asked, approaching the man with a puzzled look on her face.
That man was sent by the florist to deliver the flowers to Roxanne. He had reached a while back and tried pressing the doorbell a few times, but no one answered. Just when he was intending to leave and return later in the afternoon, he saw Lysa.
When he met the housekeeper‘s scrutinizing gaze, he explained, “Hi, I‘m the deliveryman from the florist. A gentleman had bought flowers from our store this morning and told us to deliver to this address.”
Upon hearing that, Lysa nodded slightly and took over the bouquet from the man. “Oh, thank you. I‘ll pass it to the recipient.”
The woman entered the mansion after sending the deliveryman off.
Meanwhile, Roxanne was walking toward the door with great difficulty when she saw Lysa entering the house carrying a bouquet of flowers. “What‘s this?” she asked, feeling rather stunned. She had difficulty falling asleep the night before, as her mind was in a mess. As such, she was not able to wake up early that morning. If she had not heard the doorbell ringing, she might not even have woken up now.
However, the doorbell stopped ringing after she had finally reached the door.
Judging by the situation, the woman guessed that it was a deliveryman from the florist, and Lysa had bumped into him outside.
“Ms. Jarvis, why did you come out? Your wound has previously split open, and you need to rest in order for it to heal!” Lysa put the flowers down and rushed toward Roxanne, helping the latter to sit down on the couch.
Roxanne fixed her gaze on the red roses, and a crease appeared between her brows, She did not understand what was going on.
She had no idea who would buy her flowers–red roses at that.
“I met the deliveryman outside our house just now. He told me that the sender was a gentleman. Hhe had sent it to the right address, it should be for you,” Lysa explained upon noticing Roxanne‘s perplexed expression.
Even so, Roxanne was still confused.
When Lysa saw the look on the woman’s face, she started feeling lost as well.
It seems even Ms. Jarvis herself doesn’t know who the sender is…
The two women stared at the bouquet for a long while before Lysa suddenly noticed something. “There’s a card in there! Do you want to take a look?”
Roxanne nodded.
Both of them were quite certain that they would be able to find some clues about the sender’s identity on the card.
Standing up, Lysa retrieved the card before passing it to Roxanne, who opened the card with doubts.
Taking a glance at the card, Roxanne immediately knew who the sender was after seeing the handwriting on the card.
Besides, Lucian had also signed off with his name at the bottom of the card.
His message comprised just one sentence: Let’s be honest with each other.
Roxanne felt her heart tighten when she read those words. For a moment, she thought that it was what Lucian wanted to tell her.
“Mr. Farwell?” Lysa asked in surprise upon seeing the signature on the card.
She had her suspicions about Roxanne and Lucian’s relationship for a long time but did not expect them to have already progressed to such a stage.
Now that I think about it, though, the two of them do seem rather compatible.
A few seconds later, Roxanne returned to her senses and forced a smile while saying, “They might have delivered it to the wrong address. Let me call and check.”
Despite what the other woman said, Lysa could not help but feel doubtful, as she did not think that Lucian was someone who would carelessly send roses to the wrong address.
