Lynne's POV:
I went home to change clothes, opting for a comfortable pair of flat shoes to avoid rubbing the wounds on my feet.
As I entered the lobby of Taylor Enterprise, I unexpectedly spotted a man.
He was dressed in a gray suit, clutching a large bouquet of flowers that, judging by their drooping petals, had clearly been in his hands for too long.
He looked just like his flowers—wilted, worn out, and carrying an air of defeat.
I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. Of course, it was Warren. Funny, I thought, why does he seem less handsome than I remember?
When he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he rushed forward with the bouquet. "Lynne, you’re here! I’ve been waiting for almost three hours."
I glanced at my watch—almost eleven in the morning. So, he had shown up first thing.
I was
