Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 133

Blake’s POV

“This bouquet is my best work today!” the florist beamed, nodding toward Audrey.

“Your girlfriend has a great eye,” the florist told me with a wink. “For both flowers and men! See how they complement her?

My gaze fell on Audrey. In her simple white outfit, she stood holding the vibrant crimson roses against her chest. Her newly cropped hair framed her face, creating a striking contrast with the deep red blooms.

The flowers do suit her.

During our marriage, following my grandfather’s advice, I’d given her bouquets cut from his garden. Though perhaps not as beautiful, they were made with my own hands and heart.

I’d never given her roses this vibrant.

For some reason, at this moment, I suddenly had an urge to hold her in my arms.

I shook my head quickly, fighting the unwelcome thought. They’re ordinary,” I said, taking out my wallet to pay.

Even as I spoke, another impulse struck me. I wanted to buy another bouquet for Laurel, leaving these roses for Audrey. But I had no justification for doing so. These were meant for Laurel, no matter how perfect they looked cradled in Audrey’s arms.

wrap them.

The florist enthusiastically took the roses from Audrey’s hands, preparing to wrap

“Miss, your boyfriend is handsome and doting!” she said with a wink.

say anything, Audrey frowned. “He’s not

The florist laughed. “Must be your husband

the flowers efficiently. “I’ve seen so many couples over the years. Before marriage, they’re

once they’re married, the

back to Audrey. “It’s rare

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Audrey sald

hands froze

hands. “I’m just helping him buy

leaving me awkwardly holding the

frowned and apologized quickly before following Audrey outside, the roses awkward

sent. The roses

said, buckling up. “The florist

look at me. “I don’t

“You never corrected anyone about your college friend or that young student. Why explain only when

engine. “You’re different

asked, surprised by how much I wanted to

Audrey’s POV

road, feeling Blake watching me. In

single,” I said, refusing to look at him. “And by the way,

guided the car into traffic. I’m tired of

phone, his expression darkening

these