Noah Reyes held a large bouquet of roses before Adele Horne, gazing at her as he said gently, "These flowers are for you."
Adele Horne snorted, not taking the flowers. "Can these flowers be eaten?" she retorted.
Noah Reyes's dark eyes stared at her. Of course, flowers can't be eaten.
"Will these flowers wilt?" Adele Horne asked again, her tone frigid. The two children in the car had never heard her speak in such a cold, emotionless way.
Noah Reyes's dark eyes remained fixed on her. They're real flowers, so of course they'll wilt. Only artificial flowers wouldn't.
"Once flowers wilt, they're thrown out, meaning they become trash. Did you block my way early this morning just to give me a huge pile of garbage?"
Noah Reyes arched a brow but said nothing.
