Can't stop loving you

Chapter 64 A Truck Of Roses

Crossing his arms over his chest, Ann said with a look of disgust, "Look at the name. You are so stupid.

How did you know it was me who did that?"

When she heard this, she was so touched that she hugged him and touched his hair. "I know you are

the only one who can help me at the critical moment. Thank you for saving my mom."

Said Viola, sobbing.

Ann got out of her arms and squinted at her with irony. "You have lost your dignity a long time ago."

After a short pause, Viola smiled apologetically. "I will do whatever you say."

Ann rolled his eyeballs which were as black as grapes. With a serious face, he questioned, "What have

you been doing these days? Recently, the news about you and a large video account with mosaics has

been everywhere online."

With a guilty conscience, Viola bit her finger, wondering if Ann had recognized Maynard as his father.

She was not sure, so she pretended to know nothing and tried to change the topic. "Well, let's play

chipping."

Ann said calmly, "I'm not as bored as you are. If you don't admit it, I'll ask the media."

Startled by his words, Viola's petite body shook. She quickly hugged him, rubbed her head on his belly

and answered, "Ann, don't be so heartless. The mosaics have been made, so you don't have to care

too much."

Ann poked her forehead with his finger, freed himself from her embrace and said, "Mommy, you have

degenerated."

Then she went into the room as if nothing had happened.

"What should I do?".

She couldn't guess what her son thought.

The wounds on her body were almost healed when she went to work at the periodical office.

She almost finished her work in the morning. Thinking of what happened last night, she bit her lips

awkwardly.

She pushed away the chair and stood up. She decided to have a talk with Maynard by the way, and

also to see if Ann had recognized him.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Who is Miss. Qi, please?"

Hearing someone calling her name, Viola raised her hand, walked to the door and said, "I am, you

are..."

After he caught a glimpse of the bunch of flowers, he realized that it was a male clerk who was

responsible for sending flowers to her.

"Oh, here's the thing. Someone in our shop bought a bouquet of 99 roses and asked us to send it to

you. Would you please sign for it?"

The shop assistant returned with a wide smile.

"Well, can I ask who sent it to her?" asked Viola, who was confused

The man smiled politely. "You can check the card on the flowers."

As soon as she saw the name on the card, she knew it was from Ann.

She was happy and said, "Thank you."

After taking the flowers from the shop assistant, Viola turned around and saw Maynard. She stopped

smiling and asked, "Mr. Chu, what can I do for you?"

When Maynard's sight stopped on the bunch of flowers for a while, he looked away and said, "Follow

me into my office."

Then she held the beautiful flowers in her arms and walked in.

When he saw her come in with the bunch of flowers in her arms, Maynard's face, which had been

expressionless a moment ago, looked as cold as ice.

She was confused when she noticed that Maynard had been staring at her flowers.

After musing for a while, he came to the conclusion that Mr. Chu liked roses and took one out of the

box and gave it to him. "Mr. Chu, here you are."

Maynard was stunned for two seconds, and then tapped his slender finger on the smooth table. "I'll

take all the flowers you have. Give you 200 dollars for one flower."

"Two hundred dollars? Mr. Chu, did I hear you right? "

"No, you didn't." Maynard picked up the coffee and took a sip.

Puzzled, Viola asked, "Why?"

One flower 200 dollars and ninety-nine flowers in total was not a small number.

"Will you sell it or not?" Maynard's patience ran out, and he frowned tightly.

She hesitated and didn't know what to say. "Well..."

On one hand, her son was filial; on the other hand, her boss bought her a lot of money

Viola suddenly took out her mobile phone and tried hard to calculate the calculation function of the

mobile phone. Seeing that it was 19800 00, her eyes glowed. "Okay, okay, no problem."

With the money, even her son would forgive her, Maynard took out a check, wrote a string of numbers

neatly on it and handed it to her. "Take it."

After she got the check and checked the series of numbers on it, she began to feel ecstatic.

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"Flowers." Maynard said, squinting at them.

When she came back to her senses, she noticed that there was still a bunch of flowers in her hand.

She put the flowers on his table in a flattering manner and said, "Thank you, Mr. Chu. I'm going to do

my work now."

After she left, Maynard picked up the bunch of flowers and threw it into the trash can.

Viola knew nothing about all this. She strode outside and called up Ann. Almost as soon as the line

was connected, she was so excited that her whole body was trembling. "Ann, please send us more

flowers. Mr. Chu is willing to purchase at a high price. If things keep going on like this, we will soon

make a fortune."

"……" Ann immediately hung up the phone.

After being hung up by Sher, a gloomy look spread over her face. She tried to call him a few times, but

it didn't work. So she gave up.

"Miss, we meet again unexpectedly."

That afternoon, Viola saw the male clerk standing in front of a truck in the morning.

The truck was full of red, dazzling roses, which made her speechless.

She swallowed hard and said after a long time, "Can you tell me who sent these flowers?"

They were on a full truck!

If it was really a gift from Ann, she would consider taking his pocket money back. It was truly a waste of

money!

"Well, the one who booked the flowers hasn't told me yet. I don't know." The waiter lowered his voice,

"Miss, who is so generous? If you don't hate it, you can take it."

Upon hearing what he said, Viola laughed, ran to his office and asked for help. "Mr. Chu, someone sent

me a whole truck of flowers. Are you interested in them?"

She was terrified a lot by the surprise she received every day, and her mouth was a bit dry. She picked

up the coffee in front of Victor and was about to drink

Maynard said after signing his name quickly on the document. Then he raised his eyes slightly and

said, "It's from me."

Flowers from him?

Upon hearing this, Viola, who was drinking water, spurted out all the water.

She wiped the water left at the corners of her mouth in a hurry, as if she was not sure of what she was

saying. "Mr. Chu, did I hear it wrong?" she asked

"I send, understand?" Maynard repeated seriously.

After confirming that she didn't mishear, Viola nodded and said, "Mr. Chu, please forgive me for being

rude. Why did you give it to me?"

It was okay for her to receive flowers from her son, but why should he send flowers?

"It's none of your business." A cold light was emitted from Maynard's eyes all of a sudden. In a cold

voice, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, no, you're rich, you can do whatever you want."

"Put the flowers away." Maynard said word by word, "If you dare throw it away, you won't be curious

about the consequences."

Viola nodded immediately, "I know, I know."

A smile appeared at the corners of Maynard's mouth. He seemed to be satisfied with her reactions.

Hesitating for a while, Viola wanted to sell the flowers back to him. But considering that there was a

thief's heart and no guts, she finally accepted the flowers.