Chapter 306
Chapter 306
I was utterly baffled. If not York, who else could have sent the flowers? We’ve only ever dealt with York from RF Group.
While pondering it, York’s sudden realization came through on the other end of the phone. “Oh, oh, oh, it was me, all me! Silly me, I asked my assistant to handle it. He must have mixed it up. I meant to order 99, you know, to wish your company great success and longevity.”
York sounded almost apologetic, “999 is admittedly a bit over the top. Didn’t mean to cause you any trouble, did I?” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
“Well…” Glancing at the roses crammed from the elevator lobby into our office, I managed a headache–induced smile, “Uh, not really. Maybe I could talk to the florist and see if we can return some? It’s just too generous of you.”
“No need. It’s not a big deal for him.” York blurted out and cleared his throat slightly, adding, “My assistant is here to gain some life experience. Loaded as can be. I’ll deduct it from his bonus.”
“Okay then.” After expressing my gratitude and chatting a bit, I hung up.
Christine leaned in, curious. “So, he’s the one who sent these roses?”
“Yep.” I chuckled lightly, “But it was his assistant who goofed up. Turned 99 into 999.”
Mark frowned, pondering. “How could one even make that mistake?”
“Ah, let it go. Isn’t it nice to have flowers to brighten up the place?” As a flower enthusiast, Christine couldn’t stop smiling at the continual delivery of flowers. “I need to snap a picture for my social feed. With this many flowers, our company would thrive.”
“Go for it.” Taking the invoice from the florist, I signed for the delivery.
Seizing the moment, Christine suggested, “Hey Jane, how about we throw a company dinner tonight? Celebrate our official launch and welcome the new faces.”
I agreed, “Sounds great. I was thinking the same.”
Looking toward Mark, I invited him with a warm smile, “Mark, free tonight? Join us?”
Having Mark involved was a gesture of gratitude. After all, he played a crucial role in getting Jane Dream back to me. Dinner was the least I could do.
He was deep in thought, looking at the flowers, but offered a gentle smile upon hearing my invitation. “You’re asking, and how can I say no?”
I smiled. “I’ll send you the details once we’ve picked the time and place.”
“Okay.” Mark glanced at the time. “I should head back to my office then.”
After seeing him off, Christine followed me into my office and sat across from me, wearing a teasing expression. “Spill it. How are things going with you and Mark now?”
“Nothing’s changed.” As I continued sketching the engagement dress for Dorothy, I replied.
Christine wasn’t convinced, her skepticism evident. “No way. You’re hiding something from me!”
I paused and looked up at her. “Mark and I made a six–month pact. Does that count as progress to you?”
“Definitely!” She was content, unable to resist prying further, “What’s the pact about?”
I set down my pencil, lost in thought. “Mark will give up if I don’t feel anything for him after six months.”
Reflecting on the pact, I wasn’t sure if it was right or wrong.
Christine nodded in understanding. “Having regrets?”
I asked, “Regrets about what?”
Christine looked at me, saying, “Making that pact.”
“Not really.” I shook my head, feeling a bit lost, “I agreed to it, hoping it would make him move on sooner. But now, I wonder if it could have spared him sometime if I had been clearer from the start.”
“Oh, please. Mark couldn’t let go even when you were married.”