Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0144

A bouquet of gardenias lay quietly in the middle of pale green wrapping paper, the outside adorned with mesh pe

The attached card bore no signature, just a teasing message that read, "You didn't think the flowers were for you, did youû Please give them to Silles for me."

With that tone, it was obvious who it was from without even nessing to guess, but at least Pete's sudden gesture of sending flowers fad pulled me out of the difficult decision I'd been grappling with moments before. However, Silas had just put me in an even bigger dilemme. He took the flowers and brought them up to his nose for a sniff. Then, the frown on his face finally relaxed.

Now in a good mood, he asked me, "Do you know what gardenias symbolize?"

I looked at him, confused. "No, I don't."

He smiled and handed the flowers Back to me. I don't dare accept these."

I thought the evening would end peacefully, but when we stepped out of the restaurant, I found that the entrance had been completely blocked by a crowd of Zachary's fans.

As soon as we walked out, a group of women rushed at us,

screaming and scattering our team Even Silas and Yasmine were lost in the sea of fans, disappearing in an instant.

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so many strangers filled with

aimed them at me as if they were about to snap pictures of Zachary himself. They nearly shoved

to avoid being hit by their fists, but someone noticed my defensive gesture and seized the opportunity to accuse me loudly. "You're Ariana Jones, aren't you? Why are you covering your face? Are you too ashamed to show

much did Cindy pay you to

a persona you created?" "Do you even know what it's like

silence, some of the fans began cursing at me. They didn't just curse me. They cursed my family

destined to be disappointed because I had no family left. Growing up,

the trains were packed, you didn't need to hold onto anything because the crowd

even be room

finally understood

civility of

side to side "urrounded by the thing of and the chaotic day

a sea of heads and cold,

my

me. Since Nicholas gave me the silent treatment, I defend the bodyguards that

they only threw coffee or eggs at me, I could handle it. But 100, 1 hát a deep,