Chapter 18 Pampering

It was at approximately three o’clock when a knock came in at the door and for the first time since the maids had left the house, Chelsea picked up her crutches and walked to the door.

When she opened it, she was greeted by a delivery man, he had a bouquet of red and pink flowers.

“Miss Chelsea? I have a delivery package for you,“ he said faintly, his tone professional, and had warm brown eyes.

The gentleman was dressed in black denim pants, a white shirt, and a notepad and pen.

“Here I am,“ Chelsea said sweetly as she signed the notepad and was handed the bouquet.

“From Mr. Parker,“ the delivery boy said and walked away.

Chelsea stood out the sun burning hot while she glanced at the flowers in her arms. Pushing it to her face, she smelled the sweet and curved fragrance that made her long for Louis so badly.

As if having a magnetic sense, the phone at the rare end of the room started ringing. She managed between closing the door, holding the bouquet, and walking over to the ph