A Billion-Rich Woman Was Chased by Her EX-Husband

Chapter 145

Had Jerome not brought Chloe here, she would not have been aware of the expansive rose garden in the southern suburbs of

Medo.

Xavy Group had no claim to this place; it was solely Jerome’s private property. Spanning hundreds of acres, the flower fields were planted exclusively with Damascus Roses.

Under the dark and colorful setting sun, like an oil painting, the lush green and delicate pink roses were beautiful. Chloe was captivated by the warm and vibrant scene.

As Chloe watched, young couples strolled leisurely through the garden, taking photos and internet celebrities doing live broadcasts. The tranquil beauty of the scene soothed her tense body and mind, which had been strained from days of work.

The tourists were drawn to their remarkable appearance.

Anyone would believe that they were a perfect pair, a match made in heaven.

Chloe bent down, her nose tip twitching, and tenderly picked up a rose, as if caressing her lover’s cheek. Her face was intoxicated by its sweet scent.

Jerome’s eyes dimmed slightly, and her lips curved up. “Chloe is as gorgeous as can be. She’s lovelier than a blossom.”

Chloe’s beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she replied with a generous smile, “I’m flattered by Fourth Young Master Xavier’s kind words, but I’m already aware of my beauty”

“If I call you Chloe like when I was a kid, can you also call me Jerome like before?” Jerome stepped closer to her, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Chloe, her almond-shaped eyes flashing, turned her back to him, still feeling a little embarrassed.

Jerome had remained the same as when he was a child, yet his feelings for her had never altered. However, she had completely removed herself from that recollection. When they reunited, Jerome was almost unrecognizable to her.

Therefore, she paused for a moment and then softly uttered. “Once we get to know each other better, I’ll.”

“I reckon we’ll become as close as we were when we were kids. I’m looking forward to it,” Jerome said, his eyes shining with feeling.

Chloe sensed an odd atmosphere, so she shifted the conversation and asked earnestly, ‘Fourth Young Master, what’s the annual yield of roses in your field? What’s the cost of cultivating them? Is any corporate entity signing an exclusive contract with you?”

“Miss Thorp.” Jerome adjusted his glasses and smiled, “would you like to discuss collaborating with me?”

“To tell you the truth, I do have this idea.”

As soon as Chloe entered, she spotted a golden business opportunity!

products with roses

this moment, the rose garden has ignited the fighting

Rose. Ancient Greek legends depict roses as the embodiment of the Goddess of Love – Aphrodite and the Goddess of Plants Adonis. This flower is a symbol of love and beauty, and carries an

–

the Damascus Rose. “Damascus Rose oil was highly valued for its physical and

can form a strategic partnership. You provide the

to admire; it will benefit all the women in the nation in the long run. It will become a renowned brand that is beloved by women. It won’t diminish for years, and the profit is incalculable.” Jerome gazed at her intently, his handsome visage

the business experiences she had shared, despite the fact that many people had been interested in his rose field over the past two years, yet he had never even

of flowers was like a lively gathering in Gatsby’s, all to entice her to come

was staring at her with rapt attention and did not answer for a long time, Chloe thought that this sudden declaration of love would be taken seriously by him, so she

sudden

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Master can take his time to consider it. I’m not in a rush.”

Outside Rose Manor.

sun, gazing at the blossoming roses

a close bond, and Directors Xavier and Thorp were like brothers. Fourth Young Master Xavier had a special place in young mistress’ heart, and it

a distance from the opposite sex, so her handling of

reject Fourth Young Master Xavier so much that she was even willing

course, but he still had a vague feeling that the

Could it be…

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thinking of that sentence, and he

luxury cars came from afar, arriving at

head of

men,

got out of the passenger seat and

his suit with both hands as he walked down, his pitch-black,

it, what rotten luck!” Jordan was so frustrated when he saw the attractive face of

few seconds later, a slender, pale hand slowly

you lend

a moment, his eyebrows furrowed. Then, extending his hand to Grace, he invited. her to join

and solid hand, as if fearful that he would alter his decision in the next

her face as her heart raced

that she could regain the watery tenderness he

walking hand-in-hand towards the