Sir madame has run away again (Lily and Carson)

Chapter 422

Chapter 422

‘Ready ready. It’s all right now,’ Eric said gently.

“You have no idea how scared I was. I could have died, or my face could have been scarred. Look, I

shaved my whole wrist and leg too.

‘That hurts?’

“Of course I do, but I feel so much better now that you’re here. Yep, they are definitely a couple. Eric

said they weren’t? Okay, right. I wondered if I should go in now as they were enjoying themselves and I

didn’t want to disturb them.

However, Eric said, ‘Why are you outside, Lilian? In between.’

‘Lilian is here? Where?’ When she heard her words, Camille started looking for me.

So I walked in, forcing a smile. “Are you all right, Camille?”

‘Loads better now. Thanks for coming, Lily. Oh, and you got me flowers? Eric told you that Casa Blanca

is my favorite, didn’t he?

“Yes, he said you loved Casa Blancas.

‘Did he really say that?’ She looked at Eric sheepishly. ‘Oh, right. Eric, how’s the Casa Blanca I planted

in the garden? Are you taking care of them?

‘Yes, and they are growing healthy.’

Camille then smiled at me. ‘Eric gave me the seeds for my birthday. Petty, isn’t it? He only gave me

Casa Blanca seeds and nothing else.

I smile awkwardly. ‘It’s a good gift. Casa Blanca means pure love, and that’s what guys give the girls

they like. Planting and caring for them until they bloom is a beautiful thing. To my surprise, Mr. Walker is

the romantic here.

Eric frowned and looked at me for a moment. Camille, on the other hand, looked excited. ‘Really? I

didn’t think much about it. You know a lot, Lily. Oh, your husband must have given you a lot of lilies too.

‘In truth. He only gives me roses.

‘Roses are good as they are the symbol of love. Your husband must love you very much.

What a strange question. I just smiled because I had no way to respond. Camille was still praising

Carson when Eric looked at the time and impatiently shooed me away, saying, ‘Didn’t you say you were Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

visiting a friend?’

‘Lily, are you here to see a friend?’

‘Yes,’ I joked along, but I remembered that. You forced me here, and now you’re kicking me

out? Damn, are you making a fool of me? Not that I wanted to stay here anyway, so him chasing me

was right. So I got up and said goodbye.

Instead of taking the elevator, I took the stairs. As I turned the corner, I heard a familiar voice saying, ‘It

hurts, honey.’

It sounded like Jolene, so I stopped in my tracks and looked in the direction of the voice. When I looked

down one floor, I saw Jolene leaning against the stair railing, talking with the phone in her hand. It really

is her.