(Freya's POV).
"How was dinner with him? Did he do anything weird?" asked Tristan as we walked in the yard.
"Tristan. It was just a dinner. Nothing weird and he didn't do anything to me," I grumbled to him. And he chuckled.
"I thought he liked you. But I don't like him."
"Don't be silly. And why don't you like him?" I glared at him.
"I told you his gaze is problematic. Every time he looks at you..." he groaned in annoyance. "Anyway, I don't like you getting close to him. If you want to be in a relationship with a man, find another one."
"You mean a man like Henry?"
"Henry? Uh, um, let me think...." He laughed as he walked into the house quickly.
"Tristan! Do something about him!" I shouted. "Tell him to stop bothering me!" I tried to chase after him, but he ran up the stairs to the second floor.
Henry and Tristan often had meetings together because his company had been working with our company for a long time. At first, Henry's father took care of it, but when his father fell ill, Henry took over. Since then, Henry has pursued me relentlessly even though I've told him many times that I don't want to be in a serious relationship with any man.
"Miss Vivian," Silvanna greeted me as I walked into Adam's room.
"Thank you, Silvanna. You can go back to your room," I told her. I walked over to the bed. I looked at Adam who was lying down with a thick blanket covering his tiny body.
"Mom…."
"Hello, sweetheart," I whispered. I took off the blazer I was wearing and put it at the end of the bed before I got under the covers and hugged him. "How's your fever?" I asked as I checked his forehead.
It wasn't as hot as this morning. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm fine. But I can't sleep."
I smiled a little. "Now that you have me by your side. You can go to sleep," I told him.
I patted him gently with rhythmic parts. Stroking his hair gently to make him sleep quickly.
"Mom...."
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I love you, Mom," he whispered.
My chest felt tight as he looked at me with his big, pure black eyes. So much love he gave me. But every time I saw him, I always thought of Devan. Somehow he grew up looking so much like his father. It makes me feel pain and happiness at the same time.
"I love you too, sweetheart," I whispered. I gently kissed her forehead. "There, time for bed."
He nodded and closed his eyes again.
I'm sorry, Adam. You had to grow up without a father by your side. But I've always tried to play father and mother to you. And I'll keep trying to make sure you get as much happiness as I did from my family.
Dad, mom, Theo... I miss you all.
Next week is the day of Theo's death and I can't even go to his grave to lay flowers. Not even for mom and dad. I'm afraid my identity will be revealed, especially now that Devan is around.
The next morning, when I came to the boutique, I was surprised to see my employee giving me a red rose. As usual. I've been getting them every day for a month now. It's been increasing every week and I never know who's sending them.
Every time I came to the boutique, it was my clerk who gave them to me. And the flowers were delivered by a courier who also didn't know the identity of the sender.
There was only one small paper that said 'Today you are beautiful as always. I can't wait for the day we meet. My most beautiful lover.'
I always shuddered in horror every time I read that message. It was as if the person who gave me these flowers was monitoring me every day. But I try to stay calm and think that he's just one of those people who's playing pranks on me.
But it's been a month since I got this flower....
"Miss. Vivian, should I throw it away?" she asked.
"Don’t, give it to me," I said, taking the flower from her. "Is Lawrence here yet?"
"She's in the barn. Do I need to call her?"
"Oh, no. She just told me that a client wants to meet me. Please tell her to come to my office as soon as she is done with his work," I pleaded.
"Okay. I understand."
Afterward, I went to my room. Put the flowers in the vase and throw away the decayed ones. And it kept repeating itself every time. With the same person who sent me flowers.
I threw the flowers away once and the next day, I got replacement flowers with a memo that terrified me. It said that they knew I had thrown the flowers away.
And from then on, I always kept it in my study.
"Miss. Vivian, are you looking for me?" I heard Lawrence knock on the door of my room and walked in. Greeting me with her big smile.
"Yes. About a client who wants to meet me. Have you confirmed an appointment?" I asked her.
"They asked to meet today if you don't mind. After lunch."
"Um, no problem."
"They specifically asked to meet with you to give your advice on the wedding dress they want to order. And you should take care of it. They don't want to be measured or taken care of by another employee," Lawrence explained.
"Have they ever ordered a dress at our boutique?"
"This is the first time. They got a recommendation from a friend and it's an important wedding for them, so they want you to take care of it," says Lawrence, "that's what they said on the phone."
"That's fine. Tell them to come after lunch. I'll take care of their dress fittings."
"Yes, Miss. Vivian."
"Oh, may I know our client’s name?"
"Rachel Sands."