"So Daddy has another woman again? Ugh, Daddy is hopeless." Adam sighed heavily and slumped against the backseat.
Dean and Hilary also lost their spirits, falling silent.
"Miss Miler, someone has brought you flowers." The moment Claire stepped into the Watson estate, the butler greeted her with a smile, holding a bouquet.
"For me?" She blinked in surprise.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Who sent them?"
"That I'm not sure of, a page delivered them. You can check for yourself."
Claire immediately took the bouquet and found the card tucked inside.
"Claire, each blossom carries your beauty and my burning heart. I hope you'll like them. Yours, Addison Powell."
So it was him!
"Thank you." She accepted the flowers, lifted them to her nose, and inhaled their fragrance before turning toward her room. Just then, her phone rang. She picked it up.
"Claire, do you like them?" Addison's voice came through.
"Thank you. They're fresh and beautiful."
