(Freya's POV).
I took a taxi home. Leaving Devan behind after the fight that happened between us. I didn't know that Devan and Viona were close. I just found out. I only knew that their families had a good relationship.
"Vivian?" I gasped as I heard Tristan's voice from behind me.
"Tristan? Since when have you been here?" I asked as I saw him sitting in the living room.
"It's been since earlier. I sent you a message that I was coming to visit. Didn't you see my message?" he asked. He stood up and walked over to me.
"Oh, did you? Sorry, I don't think I saw it." I quickly took out my phone and found out that Tristan had sent me a message, and had also called me. "I put it on silent mode. Sorry," I said.
"No need to apologize. Where are you from?" he asked. "Shit! What's wrong with your cheek?" His facial expression turned serious when he saw my flushed left cheek.
I moved my face away when his hand wanted to touch my face.
"It's nothing."
"Vivian. Tell me what happened. Did you just get into a fight with someone? Silvanna told me that you came home late because you went out with someone. Did they do something bad to you?" he grumbled with his eyes bulging.
"Someone slapped me," I replied, and he was even more surprised.
"Who has the nerve to slap you?!"
I chuckled. "If you were there. Would you have slapped them back?"
"Of course!"
"Are you sure?" My laughter grew louder.
"What's wrong with that?"
"It's a woman, Tristan," I said, "Devan came to my boutique and took me to dinner. At the restaurant, a woman came in all angry and slapped me. She thought I was taking Devan away from her."
"A lover?" he asked, "and what did you have dinner with him for? Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?"
"He just wanted to thank me for sending flowers to his mother. Even though I told him they were from you, he insisted." I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know if she's his girlfriend or not, but that woman's name is Viona."
"Viona? I think I've heard that name before," he muttered.
"Really?"
"Yes, but I forgot," he said, "never mind, forget it. Let's treat your wound first."
"What wound? I'm not hurt. I just have a red cheek, Tristan," I said, pushing him away.
"At least put an ice pack on it so it doesn't swell," he protested, "wait here. I'll get it."
I just let out a long sigh as Tristan ran into the kitchen in a hurry. I sat on the sofa, waiting for him to return.
But just then I heard the bell at the door. I rushed to open it, ran into the courtyard, and saw a courier at my gate.
"Excuse me, Miss Vivian Harrow?" he asked.
"Yes, that's me."
"I have a delivery for you," he said, handing me a bouquet of red roses.
"F-Flowers?" My forehead wrinkled as I accepted the flowers. "From whom?"
"I don't know, Miss. Just showing them to you and this address," he replied.
"O-Oh, thank you."
He nodded and then left. I looked back at the bouquet that was now in my arms. Why would someone send me flowers at this time of night?
"Vivian?"
I immediately turned my head when I heard Tristan's voice. He ran from the entrance toward me.
"What's wrong? I'm surprised you're not in the living room. Why are you... flowers?" he looked at me confused.
"Someone sent me flowers," I replied.
"From whom?"
"I don't know. I'm checking."
"Is there a memo?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll check it later. Come on, let's go inside," I said as I pulled her hand back into the house.
Tristan helped me compress my cheeks with ice cubes, while his mouth kept nagging me not to go near Devan.
"I know, I'm an adult, Tristan," I protested, "By the way, why did you come here?" I asked, then.
"I wanted to tell you that there's dinner at home tomorrow. Will you come?" he asked.
I paused. I wanted to say no, but Tristan would be disappointed.
"Yes, I'll come," I replied. He looked uncomfortable.
"You don't have to come if you don't want to, Vivian."
"That's okay." I gave him a big smile. "You're there anyway."
He smiled at me too. "Should I pick you up?"
"No need. I can come by myself."
"Okay. I'll go then. Don't forget to stay away from him. Do you understand?" he stood up and gave me a warning look.
"Yes, I know," I said as I pushed his body out of the house.
After watching him leave, I immediately took back the bouquet I received and checked if there was a memo the sender had left for me. And there was!
I gasped in shock as I opened and read the memo.
(Was dinner with him fun? You're making me sad.)
My eyes widened. I was so scared and shocked that I dropped the memo and the flowers in my hand.
"H-How did he know I had dinner with Devan?" my hands trembled as I covered my mouth.
Especially since he knew my home, I immediately turned my head towards the door with dread.
"I-If he knows my house, he can also come anytime...." I shook my head in fear.
I thought it was just an idle flower delivery from someone who secretly liked me. But it was more than that.
My heart was suddenly beating very fast. My mind was in chaos. I didn't know who he was, but what he was doing sent chills down my spine. That meant he had been secretly following me and knew everything I did every day.
I gasped in surprise when I felt my cell phone buzzing and quickly checked it. With trembling hands, my eyes bulged at the anonymous message
(Stop meeting him. I hate seeing you close to other men.)