Before I could react, the bouquet was snatched away by Hendrix. "Director Reid, you're romantic. But Arianna doesn't really like flowers. Thanks for it anyway."
I almost laughed out loud.
I had never seen such a shameless person like Hendrix before.
With his eyebrows lifted, Aaron looked at me. "Since when did you don't like flowers?"
I pressed my lips together and felt that the two of them were childish to even want to fight for this.
Since I didn't reply, Aaron narrowed his eyes and looked at Hendrix. "Arianna used to like flowers very much. Why did she change after she's married to you, Mr. Roberts? Gifting flowers are a form of love. I suspect that you think Arianna doesn't like them because you've never sent her flowers. Am I right?"
With that, Aaron was implying that Hendrix didn't love me.
I was almost amazed at how skilled Aaron was at deliberately misinterpreting things.
Holding the flower in his hand, Hendrix raised his eyebrows at me and asked, "Do you like flowers?"
These two people were playing with words, so I needed to be careful with how I worded my answer.
But I seemed to have taken too long to articulate my answer. Because Hendrix thought that I had tacitly agreed, and he said, "Even if you do, you can't accept flowers from others. I'll buy it for you every day."
While he was saying that, he threw the large bouquet of roses into the trash. Then, he looked at Aaron innocently and said, "It fell into the bin by accident. I'm sorry!"
Even Aaron was speechless.
It was the first time I had seen such a childish move in grownups.
"I'll leave you both to it then," Hendrix said to me as though he didn't just throw the bouquet that was meant for me away without asking me. "Remember to make it clear to Director Reid that you don't like flowers. And come home early. I'll be waiting for you and our child at home."
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