After breakfast, Roxanne played with Archie and Benny for a while before heading to her study.
While she was playing with her kids, Roxanne worried incessantly over another flower delivery the next day. She feared no amount of excuses would satisfy her children then.
Eventually, Roxanne decided she was left with no choice but to call Lucian. Meanwhile, Lucian was working overtime at Farwell Group offices.
His office was swimming in bouquets after the past week. It clashed with his office’s interior design. With the addition of each new, rejected bouquet, the atmosphere in the office cooled further.
When Cayden came in apologetically with yet another bouquet, Lucian noticed that it had been removed from its original wrapping and arranged in a vase instead.
“Mr. Farwell, she sent the flowers back. Again.” Cayden spoke softly, his entire body taut with tension as he sensed the dour atmosphere.
Lucian glanced coldly at Cayden, his gaze darkening at a frightening pace.
Cayden quietly placed the flowers in a corner and left the office. He moved as quietly as he could, fearing the wrath of his boss if he made even the slightest noise.
Soon enough, Lucian was left alone in the office. Staring at the sea of flowers in his office, he slowly approached them.
Over the past week, he had followed Jonathan’s advice to the book, sending bouquet after bouquet despite Roxanne’s repeated rejection.
Alas, Roxanne had not been moved by his actions as Jonathan had promised. What went wrong?
Sometime later, Lucian retracted his gaze frustratedly and strode toward his desk. He grabbed his phone, planning to interrogate Jonathan about the wisdom of his plan.
Suddenly, his phone screen lit up with an incoming call as his hands closed over the device. As he stared at the caller ID, Lucian frowned, clearly confused.
Roxanne? Why is she calling me now?
Since the first day of his uninvited flower deliveries, she had not called him again to express her stance. Wait… What if she suddenly changed her mind?
As that thought crossed his mind, Lucian grew nervous, and he answered the call with tightly knitted brows. “Mr. Farwell,” Roxanne greeted him coolly once the line connected.
Her cold demeanor was evident to Lucian, whose heart sank. “Good day, Ms. Jarvis. How can I help you?” he asked.
On the other end of the phone, Roxanne pursed her lips in annoyance at his innocent act.
She replied, “Well, Mr. Farwell, what’s the meaning of your persistent flower deliveries? I’ve made my rejection very clear. Why waste your efforts, Mr. Farwell?”
Her question brought a severe frown to Lucian’s face, but he quickly schooled his expression into a mask of calmness before responding, “Just as you are free to reject my deliveries, I am free to continue expressing my affections toward you, Ms. Jarvis.”
In other words, he would not stop sending her flowers.
Roxanne clenched her fists in exasperation as she gritted out, “I may not have a say over it, but I implore you to consider the propriety of your timing. I don’t believe you want the children to learn about this, do you, Mr. Farwell?”
At last, Lucian fell into silence. He had been doing this behind Estella’s back. The girl had always thought that Roxanne had accepted them, and he did not wish to disappoint her.
If Archie and Benny knew that Roxanne had been rejecting Lucian’s flowers, they would surely find a way to tell Estella about it. Roxanne took his silence as agreement, and she added, “Mr. Farwell, please stop sending these things to my house!”
She then hung up without giving him a chance to reply.
