Chapter 198: Did You Have Sex with James?
"My flowers?"
Mia was a bit surprised.
Since joining the company, many people had sent her flowers.
Clients, colleagues from other departments, and men from other companies in the same building.
But she had always been completely absorbed in her work. Every time she received flowers, she'd casually pass them on to others and never took them home.
So the whole building knew that Mia from the secretary department didn't like flowers.
Gradually, Mia rarely received flowers anymore.
Now thinking about it, she realized, she hadn't received any flowers in nearly a month.
She turned to look and saw four people standing at the department entrance, each holding a bouquet of red roses.
Before she could say anything, one of the beautiful secretaries who had followed her over complained with a disgusted look.
"Mia, unless the guy sending flowers has a celebrity's looks and body, don't even consider it. Red roses are so tacky!"
Just as she was done complaining, the four people carrying flowers walked over."Ms. Wilson, here are five roses, please sign for them."
"Ms. Wilson, here are twenty roses, please sign for them."
"Ms. Wilson, here are thirteen roses, please sign for them."
"Ms. Wilson, here are fourteen roses, please sign for them."
The beautiful secretary who had just complained about red roses being tacky,hearing this way of sending flowers couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Hahahaha!"
"I have to say, that's actually pretty romantic!"
This was herfirst time seeing flowers sent this way.
Mia only realized what was happening after her colleague's comment. She reached out to take the first two bouquets, while her colleague took the other two.
The three of them carried the flowers into the break room.
The two colleagues were curious to see which weirdo would send flowers in such a unique way.
But they searched through all four bouquets and couldn't find any cards.
"What a coward."
They pushed the flowers aside and didn't ask Mia who sent them.
Too many people pursued Mia - how would she know?
The flowers became a small interlude.
They started making coffee.
Which meant it was time for the real gossip.
One of the staff made the coffee while other turned to face Mia in full gossip mode "Mia, looking at you all satisfied like that, come clean - did you sleep with your ex-husband over the weekend?"
Mia was speechless.
That direct, huh?
She had wanted to just tell them that she and James currently had a purely physical arrangement.
But seeing them ask so directly, she immediately swallowed her words.
She worried that if she said anything, they'd ask increasingly explicit questions.
She clicked her tongue and just as she was contemplating how to brush it off naturally, she heard another call for her from outside.
More flower deliveries—
"Ms. Wilson, champagne roses, please sign for them."
Champagne roses, symbolizing passionate love.
"Ms. Wilson, Indian carnations, please sign for them."
Indian carnations, symbolizing growing old together.
One bouquet after another.
The flowers chosen were all declarations of love.
Soon, the counter in the break room was filled with flowers and by that time, Mia could already guess who was behind it all.
No wonder after she reminded him about their identities, he suddenly became so abnormal.
With a stern face, she told the front desk downstairs not to send any more flowers up and to refuse them directly.
After that, the whole morning was finally peaceful.
But this peace didn't last long.
Just before lunch break ended, the receptionist came up again.
This time, instead of flowers, it was afternoon tea.
And it was from a very famous place in Imperial City, one she used to love.
Because of its high quality, many senior white-collar workers loved it, but because it was expensive, they didn't get to eat it often.
The secretaries in the department got excited as soon as they saw the packaging.
Before Mia could refuse, they had already signed for it.
They were used to this.
Gifts from admirers were always shared.
All the secretaries crowded into the break room.
Opening the boxes, they saw the delicate and beautifully crafted desserts.
Their eyes lit up, instantly forgetting deserts were a woman's greatest enemy.They quickly laid all the deserts out on the table, their eyes eagerly scanning through them.This time, the deserts not only included Mia's favorites but also covered the other secretaries' preferences.
Exchanging excited glances, they allpicked up their favorite and ate with great satisfaction.
The moment they were all done feasting on the deserts, they couldn't help but gush out words of praises,Mia, this admirer is pretty good, worth considering!"
After all, when you take someone's gifts, you owe them!
Mia was speechless.
What exactly was James trying to do?
……
Marigoldia
Since learning that Uri showed signs of waking up, Amelia had been staying in the hospital room, acting as his fiancée.
Uri was her biggest ticket to turning things around - she had to hold on tight.
Naturally, Amelia wouldn't do the work of caring for him - that was the young nurse's job.
She just needed to order around this young nurse named Orla.
At five-something in the morning, Orla woke up early.
Carefully and thoroughly wiping the body of Uri on the hospital bed.
After wiping, she helped him change into clean, comfortable pajamas.
Sitting to the side, she began massaging him.
Day after day, year after year.
For him, she studied nursing and learned how to care for someone in a vegetative state.
She massaged him morning and evening.
Even whendoctors said he might never wake up, she never gave up.
She always believed he would wake up.
Fortunately, she finally saw hope.
Starting from his feet, slowly working upward with the massage, preventing his muscles from atrophy.
Patiently working her way up, until she finished massaging his last finger.
Orla's gaze fell on Uri's face.
Sunlight streamed through the window.
Looking at his gaunt features, she heartachingly raised her hand to touch his face, her fingertips tracing his contours.
The thinness she felt broke her heart.
Her heart twisted into a knot.
Tears welled up in her eyes, slowly blurring her vision.
And before she could stop it, a drop of tear fell on Uri's eyelid.
Orla heard movement from the rest room inside - Amelia was awake.
She quickly raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face and took a tissue to wipe away the tear that had fallen on Uri's eyelid.
As she was wiping, she felt something ticklish in her palm, like eyelashes brushing against it.
When Orla realized what it might be, she withdrew her hand very slowly, not daring to blink, staring at him intently.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
After waiting quietly for more than ten seconds, she really saw his eyelashes move.
"They moved, they moved, they really moved..."
In that instant, Orla's tears streamed down.
Her voice instantly hoarse, standing by the hospital bed, she excitedly covered her mouth.
Suddenly a strong force pulled her. Orla was yanked aside by Amelia and thrown to the side, who took her place.
She looked at Uri lying on the hospital bed - his eyelashes really were moving.
Slowly, with effort, he opened his eyes.
A pair of dull eyes, as if not quite adjusted to the light, landed on Amelia's face without much focus.
Seeing Uri wake up, Amelia's eyes immediately reddened. She excitedly threw herself into his arms, "Uri, you're finally awake."