This is the first time he's actively given her flowers since he was young.
She wants to take these flowers home and worship them!
"Who told you these were the gift? Keep looking." Harrison Yale stared at her satisfied face, his brows furrowing.
It's just a bouquet and a few balloons, and she's this happy, making it seem like he used to mistreat her.
Would the gift he prepared be this simple?
"It's not this?" Emma Aiden looked down at the flowers in her arms, then glanced at Harrison Yale's stern face. The next second, she stuffed the flowers into his arms and turned around to keep searching in the room.
His room is the second most familiar place to her, besides her own.
Logically, if there were anything new in his room, she would spot it immediately.
But after searching for ten minutes, she still hadn't found anything.
