Nina Sinclair was dumbfounded, so shocked that she couldn’t speak for a long ti.
All she could think about was the mory of herself refusing to accept that bouquet today. Looking at Julian Lancaster’s tense and handso face, it was clear he was not happy about this.
Oh my God!
Nina Sinclair covered her face, wishing she could travel back in ti to strangle herself.
She seed to have made a mistake. This was the first ti Julian Lancaster had given her sothing, and it was flowers—an item with special significance. How could she refuse to accept them!
No wonder Julian Lancaster hadn’t replied to her ssages today. If she had sent sothing to Julian and he had refused, she would feel very depressed too.
Nina Sinclair quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, I didn’t know those flowers were from you. I thought they were from Vincent Lancaster, so I refused right away."
"Vincent Lancaster sent you flowers?" Julian Lancaster said in a deep voice.
"Uh... yeah." Nina Sinclair was filled with regret, and she looked at Julian Lancaster and asked, "So what about that bouquet today?"
"I had it thrown away."
"Ah... thrown away?"
Nina Sinclair regretted it so much that she beat her chest and stamped her feet, feeling as if she had missed out on a fortune. The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she was, as if she had lost Julian Lancaster’s love for her.
A mont later, Nina Sinclair said, "Julian, I forgot to take sothing. Can you go back once?"
Julian Lancaster turned the car around and headed back to Zenith.
Ten minutes later, his car stopped by the roadside, and Nina Sinclair opened the car door, "Wait for here, I’ll be right back."
After saying that, Nina Sinclair ran in quickly.
After entering Zenith, she went straight to the trash bin at the back, wanting to see if her bouquet was still there.
The first bouquet Julian Lancaster sent her, even if thrown into a trash bin, she wanted to retrieve it.
Nina Sinclair didn’t care about the dirt, rolled up her sleeves, and began rummaging through the trash bin, taking out the garbage inside.
The stench was overpowering, but she paid no mind, hoping to see that discarded bouquet of roses inside. Soon her hands were stained with dirt.
Suddenly, Nina Sinclair was pulled forcefully by soone. She turned her head to see Julian Lancaster standing behind her.
His brows were tightly knit as he scolded, "What are you doing?"
The trash bin had been rummaged to the bottom, but the bouquet was nowhere to be found.
Actually, she already knew the flowers were gone.
After all, the bouquet was so conspicuous. Perhaps the trash had been collected, and her flowers were gone too; she missed the chance to develop with Julian Lancaster.
The more Nina Sinclair thought about it, the sadder she beca, her eyes reddening, and she looked extrely dejected.
She said despondently, "I was looking for the flowers you sent . I thought they must still be in the trash bin, but they are gone. That was the first bouquet you gave ..."
Hearing Nina Sinclair’s despairing words, Julian Lancaster pressed his thin lips tightly together.
At this mont, he deeply realized just how important the flowers he sent were in Nina Sinclair’s eyes.
The gloomy mood he had today was swept away.
Julian Lancaster’s cold gaze softened considerably, and he stepped forward to take Nina Sinclair’s hand, gently saying, "Stop looking, if there’s no bouquet, I can buy another."
After saying that, he led Nina Sinclair back to the car.
Julian Lancaster took out tissue paper from the car and carefully wiped the dirt from Nina Sinclair’s hands. Nina Sinclair looked down at him, a warm current flowing through her heart, regretting her actions even more.
If only she hadn’t refused that bouquet.
Seeing Nina Sinclair’s guilty and remorseful expression, Julian Lancaster’s eyes flickered.
He started the car and drove away.
On the road, Nina Sinclair was particularly silent, and just then Julian Lancaster suddenly changed direction, pulling the car over to the side of the road, and got out of the car.
Nina Sinclair ca back to her senses, looking out the window in surprise.
Julian Lancaster’s tall and straight figure was walking towards a flower shop by the roadside, her pupils shrank slightly, and a strange feeling surged in her heart.
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