Chapter 13: It's him!

The next morning, Prisley woke up alone in bed. The pain from the collision seemed more pronounced today, and the scabbed wounds on her skin felt tight, causing sharp pain with any movement.

She struggled to turn over, sensing a faint herbal scent on her body.

She vaguely remembered Heather applying ointment to her yesterday. It made her somewhat happy. Is everything okay now? she wondered.

So much had happened in the past few days; it was more mentally exhausting than rushing projects at work. Heather hadn't contacted her since, so Prisley decided to indulge in a day of rest.

On Monday, shortly after arriving at the office, a delivery man brought flowers to the office area. It was a magnificent bouquet, obviously quite expensive.

"Who's Prisley Anderson?" the delivery man asked.

Prisley had just walked out from the secretary's office and was intercepted halfway to sign for it. The secretaries flocked out to see what was happening, chattering away.

"It's from Dreamy Rose! Top-tier flor