Chapter 307

A flower shop, in the drizzle, with a dim yellow light on.

The slightly plump owner leaned against the counter with a bored expression, seemingly waiting for someone. She checked the time.

It was almost 11 o’clock, that big customer probably won’t be coming, right?

Just as she thought about closing up, the wind chimes at the door tinkled.

The owner straightened up at once.

At the door, a tall man in a black suit, damp from the rain, walked in.

“Mr. Silverman, I thought you weren’t coming!” The owner greeted him with a smile.

“I was on a business trip. So I’m late.” Wayne replied indifferently, “Where are the flowers?”

“I’ve been keeping them for you!” The owner quickly brought the flowers out, “I still suggest you let me deliver them to your apartment regularly, it’s more convenient.”

“No, thanks.”

declined as

then he

for him to leave before realizing that he didn’t have

and came out from the back: “Did the customer take

for his wife every week.” The owner looked enviously at her husband, who was wearing crooked underwear and worn–out slippers,

such a difference between her husband and other women’s husbands?

to a pitch–dark room. He stood at the door for a moment with the flowers, as if waiting for someone to run towards him with

But…

always, he was greeted by endless silence

click, Wayne turned

ten years since Rosalynn moved into this apartment.

here was covered in the traces of

not–so-fresh flowers from the vase, carefully cleaned the vase as Rosalynn used to do, and

the time he was done, it

shower, and when he was picking out clothes from the wardrobe, his eyes lingered on the women’s clothes for a

and her presence in this

Wayne didn’t go to bed but lay on the sofa with a blanket. He turned on the TV, switched

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255