Chapter 228: If Only I Hadn’t Refused to Accept

Chapter 228: Chapter 228: If Only I Hadn’t Refused to Accept

Nina Sinclair was dumbfounded, so shocked that she couldn’t speak for a long time.

All she could think about was the memory of herself refusing to accept that bouquet today. Looking at Julian Lancaster’s tense and handsome face, it was clear he was not happy about this.

Oh my God!

Nina Sinclair covered her face, wishing she could travel back in time to strangle herself.

She seemed to have made a mistake. This was the first time Julian Lancaster had given her something, and it was flowers—an item with special significance. How could she refuse to accept them!

No wonder Julian Lancaster hadn’t replied to her messages today. If she had sent something to Julian and he had refused, she would feel very depressed too.

Nina Sinclair quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, I didn’t know those flowers were from you. I thought they were from Vincent Lancaster, so I refused right away."

"Vincent Lancaster sent you flowers?" Julian Lancaster said in a deep voice.

"Uh... yeah." Nina Sinclair was filled with regret, and she looked at Julian Lancaster and asked, "So what about that bouquet today?"

"I had it thrown away."

"Ah... thrown away?"

she beat her chest and stamped her feet, feeling as if she had missed out on a fortune. The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she was, as if

said, "Julian, I forgot to take something.

Lancaster turned the car around and headed back


and Nina Sinclair opened the car door, "Wait for me here, I’ll be

saying that, Nina Sinclair

entering Zenith, she went straight to the trash bin at the back, wanting to see

even if thrown into a trash bin, she wanted to retrieve

up her sleeves, and began rummaging through the trash bin, taking out the garbage

she paid no mind, hoping to see that

Sinclair was pulled forcefully by someone. She turned her head to see Julian

knit as he scolded, "What are you

rummaged to the bottom, but the bouquet was nowhere to be

she already knew the

bouquet was so conspicuous. Perhaps the trash had been collected, and her flowers were gone too; she missed the chance to

Sinclair thought about it, the sadder she became, her eyes reddening, and she

the flowers you sent me. I thought they must still be in the trash bin, but


despairing words, Julian Lancaster pressed

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