“Ms. Jarvis, why did you come out? Your wound has previously split open, and you need to rest in order for it to heal!” Lysa put the flowers down and rushed toward Roxanne, helping the latter to sit down on the couch.
Roxanne fixed her gaze on the red roses, and a crease appeared between her brows. She did not understand what was going on.
She had no idea who would buy her flowers—red roses at that.
“I met the deliveryman outside our house just now. He told me that the sender was a gentleman. If he had sent it to the right address, it should be for you,” Lysa explained upon noticing Roxanne’s perplexed expression.
Even so, Roxanne was still confused.
When Lysa saw the look on the woman’s face, she started feeling lost as well.
It seems even Ms. Jarvis herself doesn’t know who the sen
