Ever since Florence was discharged from the hospital, Lancelot had disappeared without a trace, leaving her restless.
He kept telling himself to stay patient, to suppress the overwhelming desire to bring her back into his life.
He had to take things slow, to guide her gently back to his side.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop himself.
Eventually, he resorted to the lowest tactic—hiring someone to follow her.
*****
The moment Florence stepped out of the Hawthorne Group, a photo was taken and sent directly to Lancelot.
He stared at the image on his phone. She looked so poised and professional, carrying nothing but her briefcase. Not a single rose in sight.
His mood plummeted.
The roses he had chosen so carefully—ten thousand of them, each meticulously arranged and sp
