By this time, Flora had returned home.
Flora's mother has a small flower garden. Her mother and she relied on the profits earned from the flower garden and on each other to live.
As soon as she entered the house, she saw the scent of flowers filling the air.
Roses are in full bloom, red in the corner of the garden.
Her mother was busy all the time, cutting each beautiful rose, folding it up, and preparing to bring it to the flower shop.
"Mommy."
Her mother heard her daughter's voice, only turned her head to look, then resumed her busy work.
“The roses are blooming beautifully, and I cut this one-off. The next one that blooms will probably be in time to decorate your engagement… But I thought you would pick up Patrick. Why didn't he come back now?”
Flora stepped forward to lend her mother a hand.
Her mother frowned as she watched her daughter clumsily cut a flower stem and begin to nag.
“You messed up again, and only Patrick can handle you… Stand aside, don't entangle my hand. And I haven't told you yet, you two are about to get married, but I'm a girl, you have to know how to keep your virginity. You have spent the night with a boy..."
Flora stood to one side, watching her quickly with her working. She was a little alarmed when she heard her mother scolding her for spending the night outside, whispering:
"Patrick hasn't come back yet, and we're… nothing, Mom."
She carefully observed her mother's expression, took a deep breath, and mustered up the courage to say:
“Mom, can I temporarily… unmarried Patrick? I think I'm too young… Your daughter just graduated and got married, do you regret, and wanting to keep me at home for a few more years?"
Mrs. Smith breathed a sigh of relief. It's good not to spend the night together… But right after that, she heard her daughter say she didn't want to get married yet. It is not the first time Flora has said these words to her mother.
In her eyes, her relationship with Patrick is relatively stable, but she still doesn't want to get married too soon.
“I can go to work for a few years, bump into the outside world, help you with the work in the flower garden, do whatever I want, then it's not too late to get married...! Okay, mom?"
Besides, yesterday… thinking about getting married to Patrick, she suddenly wasn't so sure.
Will he be able to accept a fiancée who is no longer chaste? Her mother turned, gently stroking her daughter's hair.
Without waiting to say anything more, she pushed her daughter into the house again.
"Enter home first, and mom will work a bit more and then come in. The Jones family holds a wine party to celebrate Patrick's return, we'll go there to say hello later."
Just now, Patrick also mentioned the party and invited her mother, but she still doesn't know anything. Flora's heart suddenly arose a feeling of suspense, like a premonition… something big was about to happen.
"But…"
Her mother laughed, gently pushing her shoulder.
"But what else? Don't you like Patrick very much? Every day, you run after the boy's butt and calls him. When he goes to school, you also cling to him and won't let him go. What is there to be embarrassed about now."
Her mother tease at her, so she understood she couldn't change everything. Then she pursed her lips, didn't say a word, and went into the room.
Initially, she was also looking forward to it, but what happened last night left her at a loss for what to do. She felt that marrying into the Jones family was unfair to Patrick.
The party took place in the evening, but by early afternoon Patrick was at Flora's house.
Flora's mother, Mrs. Smith, saw him and smiled happily.
"Patrick is back? You're getting more and more handsome every day."
Patrick scratched his head, smiling at her too. The mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law. The more she looked, the more satisfied she became, in her eyes, this son had no bad points to criticize.
"Yes, auntie, I see you as the same as a few years ago, still as young and beautiful."
Mrs. Smith pointed straight into the house.
"Don't be flatter me, and your little girlfriend is in the house. Those beautiful compliments bring in and compliment her."
For Patrick, Mrs. Smith is a perfect mother-in-law who understands her son-in-law very well. He stepped into the house, remembering to leave a sentence.
"I'm complimenting her indirectly. She is like her mother, my mother-in-law is beautiful, and her wife and children are wonderful."
Not yet engaged, Patrick called 'wife', and 'mother-in-law' was very comfortable. It is only a matter of time, and soon he will truly become the person's family. He felt comfortable thinking about this.
The person he loved was sitting alone in the living room, dumbfounded. Not understanding what she was thinking, he crept right behind her. She didn't notice.
"Flora… Can you guess who I am?"
Flora was startled, realizing the person, coming from extremely happy. But the joy of being apart for a long time, seeing each other again, could not cover the insecurity in my heart. She tried to force a smile.
"You are… not a prince, then an evil?"
Patrick happily turned around, sat beside her, and wrapped his arms around her thin shoulders again.
"If an evil, and I am coming to catch you."
After joking for two sentences, he couldn't help but feel the pain of love and tightly squeezed the person in his chest: "I miss you so much."
The person in his arms buried his head in his chest, like a small bird finding its nest.
"Patrick…"
The soft voice was almost coy, like a kitten's claws gently scratching at Patrick' heart. He squeezed her hand tighter, not forgetting to ask her:
"What happens? Is there something wrong with my lover?"
He felt it very clearly. The person he was holding in his arms trembled slightly. She shook her head ruefully.
"It's okay, and it's just… yesterday was your birthday. I wanted to celebrate it with you, just the two of us. So that…"
The unplanned cancellation of the flight disrupted the plan she had worked so hard to prepare, and Patrick didn't even know what he had missed because of that unintended incident.
Hearing her say that, he felt even more guilty. The feeling of uneasiness in the bottom of his heart was eased a bit by him, and she heard him softly say in his ear:
"Aren't I already back? I'm already with you, from now on we won't be apart again... You don't know how much I've missed you in the past three years. Looking forward to seeing you… Also looking forward to the party tonight."
Flora suddenly looked up at him: "I haven't known about the party yet..."
Thinking of tonight's party, Patrick couldn't help but smile even more. He gently kissed her forehead.
"I'll give you a big surprise tonight."
After talking a few more words, it was soon evening. Patrick had just brought Flora to where the party was about to start,. Patrick was called away by someone else. The person standing next to Flora changed to his mother.
Patrick's mother smiled at her, seemingly very gently, but why did she feel that smile of his mother didn't seem real… maybe it was just because she was so sensitive.
"That little Eirlys Sarah is wearing the latest LV model and knows how to play with designer clothes. You're going to be the daughter-in-law of the Jones family, hang out with people like that a bit, learn a little how to dress and talk..."
Flora forced a smile. Patrick's mother talked to her for ten minutes, it took her about eight minutes to compliment her on that girl named Eirlys Sarah, plus two more minutes to remind her to try her best. She won't embarrass the Jones family.
She silently cried in her heart. When will Patrick come to save her? Receiving his girlfriend's eyes for help, Patrick responded with a comforting smile.
Patrick's mother saw her future daughter-in-law begging her son for help and sighed.
"You go find Patrick to play, and I'll talk to you later."
A party like this is also not suitable for teaching a daughter-in-law. Finally released, Flora found a table, sat down, and took off her heels.
She's not used to this, and her legs are sore…
So far, Flora has yet to be able to adapt to the atmosphere of such luxurious parties. If she had her choice, she would have chosen to sit in her mother's afternoon tea rather than wear high heels and a ball gown and dance like this. Bored in her chair, she folded her arms on the table. Waved her sore feet from her high heels, trying to hold back the feeling of wanting to put her head down for a nap. "What's wrong with you?" Patrick took a glass of juice with him and put it on the table in front of the girl was sitting dumbly. Suddenly seeing a long thin hand and a glass of juice appears in sight, Flora was startled and out of a state of stupor. Seeing Patrick's worried eyes, she just gently shook her head. "I'm fine, maybe... a little nervous..." She almost figured out what the party was up to through the last conversation with his mother. Patrick smiled, naturally turning around behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder to help her gently massage. "Isn't it too stressful
Some delicately made sweet breakfasts on the table, including Flora's favorite green tea tiramisu. She rested her hand on the table, puffing her cheeks at the opposite man. "Do you want to hurt me fatter or what? I didn't fit my dress earlier, ate many sweets, and it didn't fit. Are you going to expand again?" Patrick laughed, pushing a plate of green tea tiramisu from the middle of the table in front of her. "You can't gain weight in a few days, even if you finish eating this cake. Moreover, it's okay to gain another one or two pounds, you'll be prettier, and I'll... love you more." Green tea tiramisu has an eye-catching light green cake base mixed with a thick cream of smooth white sprinkled with green tea powder on the cake, which is highly stimulating to the hungry caterpillar in the stomach. In Patrick's attentive gaze, Flora held a small spoon and turned the piece around to see where to get her hand down. Patrick's eyes were filled with tenderness. He coughed slightly, cat
Patrick had just left, and the hospital room door was once again jammed open, and this time the person who entered was her mother. She looked at her daughter quietly, deeply disappointed. "My stupid daughter, how can you be so clumsy..." Mrs. Smith also doesn't know how to do more than lament such a unclear sentence. She remembered a day more than two months ago, just before Patrick's return home, her daughter spent the night outside. It was the only time her daughter did not sleep at home. Without thinking, something so big could happen that night. The appearance of her mother, a unclear lament, and her sad look made Flora burst into tears. She regretted, panic, she is scared, and don't know where to go, what to do. It all turned out like this, something she never thought of. "Mom..." Mrs. Smith's eyes were full of water, still stubbornly refused to wipe them in front of her daughter but turned back, wiping tears from her sleeve before she could even fall out of the eye soc
Seven years had passed in the blink of an eye. In a small house located in a narrow alley of the city, a little girl was clinging onto Flora's legs, refusing to let go while sobbing and begging: "Mom, take me with you... I want to come with you..." Flora had a vision that her daughter would cry and cling onto her for fifteen more minutes before she could finally leave. If she hadn't left, she wouldn't have made it. Looking at her daughter's round eyes filled with tears, Flora was at a loss for what to do. Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the staircase. A young boy appeared, around the same height as the little girl, yawning and stretching. Flora see like pleading with her son for help with her eyes as she frowned "Paul, let go of your mom. She needed to find a job. You won't get cake to eat if she doesn't have a job," a young boy said. Did she really need to tell him that she needed to find a job urgently? She had lost her previous job and income, and n
Flora held her breath, intending to take the chance to sneak into the room without disturbing her son, ignoring his detailed questions. As if telepathically, as soon as she moved her feet, the boy frowned. "Where are you going? I just heard you say SEI Corporation recruited you. That corporation has almost taken over the movie, television, tourism, and advertising markets…." He looked her up and down, and then bottom to top: "Why would they hire you?" Flora frowned again, unable to control her emotions, but then pinch her son's ear: "Why don't you trust me at all? I'm your mother! Six years ago, you came out of my belly, and for six years, you've been nagging me." Her son had never overpowered before his mother, struggling desperately, wanting to escape her evil hands. She pretended to be angry, pinched her son's ear a little, and went downstairs. How could she hurt her child? At that moment, her mother, the grandmother of the two children, heard the noise downstairs and came down.
Arriving in front of the interview room, she took a deep breath before knocking cautiously. From inside, a female voice responded: "Come on in." The candidate's resume was on the table, and the direct interviewer, a woman in her forties, was very distinctive. But the candidate dared not mention that the interviewer was the general director's fiancée, her imagination was too far-fetched. Flora tried to maintain a professional smile, but it seemed a bit silly given the attire she wore that day. The interviewer pulled down her glasses, frowned, and looked at the candidate in a manner similar to a teacher looking at a student. She hesitated before setting her pen aside and asked: "Your appearance..." Without saying it directly, she glanced down at the candidate's appearance, making an "x" sign with her fingers. Flora responded, "Yes, my appearance may not be as attractive as some people, but please believe that my abilities are excellent. I graduated from a prestigious university with
"This is my house. Wait a moment for me to open the door, and when the door opens, you can see those two little devils."The key rattled in the lock. The little girl was bored, swinging her legs on the sofa. When she heard the sound of the lock opening, she looked out. When she confirmed that the person opening the door was her mother, she ran over joyfully and hugged her mother's leg: "Oh, Mommy's home!"Turning around, she shouted: "Charlie, Mom's home!"From upstairs, a boy slowly descended the stairs with his hand in his pocket and yawned as he walked. He saw the person behind his mother, bowed politely, and said hello."Hi, Auntie."Flora happily tousled the little boy's hair, at that moment, the little girl noticed the person standing right behind her mother, with sparkling eyes and a hesitant voice, she greeted: "Hello, Auntie."But the adult standing behind the child's mother stared intently at the little boy and couldn't take his eyes off him: "Your son... looks just like our
Matthew stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, and grabbed a stack of documents, placing them in front of Flora. She hesitantly reached out to take them, hugging them to her chest.Then, he stepped closer, and she stepped back until she was backed up against the wall.“Are you done talking?”Flora’s face turned red.Even though she didn’t have any unusual thoughts, being pressed by such a handsome face, looking at her intently, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Her normal voice suddenly became stuttering.“No... no... I’m done...”Matthew chuckled softly and leaned close to Flora’s ear, his voice low as if teasing her: “What do you mean by ‘done’?”It’s a pity that with such an exciting personality, if only she were a bit more beautiful.Suddenly pressed, Flora trembled slightly, unable to say a complete sentence. She heard his deep voice ringing in her ear again.“A CEO like me still needs a probationary secretary to teach me how to be a CEO? Your thinking is quite int