Amelia’s POV
There were flowers on my doorstep.
I stared at the gigantic bouquet in confusion.
I hadn’t ordered them, nor did anybody tell me they were coming.
I slowly picked the small card tucked between the flowers and read it.
‘For My Wife.’
A line formed between my brows as I tried to make sense of what I read.
I carefully picked up the flowers from the doorstep.
Damien?
Why would he send me flowers?
He has never done anything like this before.
I was still staring at the bouquet when I heard footsteps behind me.
I turned and saw Damien standing at the entrance.
His eyes immediately fell on the flowers in my hands.
“You got them.”
I looked at him.
“You sent these?”
He nodded.
“Yes, do you like them?”
I glanced down at the bouquet again.
“I don’t understand.”
He c
