The corners of his mouth lifted up, delighted. "She's a fighter? Truly?"
I pursed my lips and studied him. "Do you want to visit her together?"
He deflected my question. "Why was she fighting?"
"A man!" Hendrix had been involved, so it could pass for that.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Bring her some sympathy flowers, and wish her a speedy recovery!"
Sympathy flowers?
Ha!
This man really knows how to piss people off.
I ignored him, finished sorting out the documents, and left. I took a taxi directly to the address Naomi gave me.
It was a bit far from the city, around the riverside garden by the downtown area in the north. After getting off, I called her.
The phone rang for a while before she picked it up, "Hey girl, are you here?"
"I'm downstairs!" "Wait for me!"
Five minutes later, she limped downstairs. She looked a little frail. Her hair was tied up messily, and she was wearing pajamas.
When she opened the door, she looked at the bouquet in my hand and smiled happily. She took them and gave me a huge smile, "How did you know that I liked these?"
"Ah..."
I really hadn't known. If it wasn't for what Sebastian had said, I wouldn't have thought of buying flowers.
Seeing her so happy, I couldn't help saying, "Sebastian asked me to give them to you. I thought it was a little tacky, but when I passed by the florist, I saw this pink bouquet and thought they looked nice, so I bought it.
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