Jay's attractive features darkened further.

"People, I want these flowers thrown out." Jay's tone was sinister.

Suddenly hearing Jay's voice, Rose shot up in shock.

A few handsome-looking men in black suits and sunglasses flooded the room and quickly cleared away the roses fluidly, leaving nothing behind.

Rooted in place, tears threatened to fall from Rose's eyes from how wronged she felt.

Jay stared at her, fuming. "Don't you know some patients could be allergic to flowers?"

Rose opened her mouth but remained silent.

Why was he picking on her? He was well aware her grandfather was not allergic.

"Yes, Sir. I understand. It won't happen again," Rose said, whimpering.

Seeing as he had once again brought her to tears, Jay felt the flames of frustration lick in his chest.

"Who sent them?" he asked coldly.

"A friend," Rose replied.

"Boyfriend?"

neither nodded nor

Josie went through the trouble of cross-dressing

hardly

silence

outlet for anger, he turned to ask the bodyguard beside him, "I

him a

drag before exhaling a round puff

dazedly at the man before her. 'Didn't

What a liar.

President." Rose reached out to point at

Jay exited the room. He reeked of tobacco when he returned after

her sensitive respiratory tract, Rose could not help the coughs that bubbled

backward, giving

might be unhappy, Mr. President, but that's not

as well be the button that controlled his emotions. Whether he

she

to receive flowers and gifts, so why can't mine?" Rose tried to reason

hospital rooms have just as

hospital has no rules against how many

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