At night, Mia Sutton lay in bed, her beautiful eyes wide open as she stared at the ceiling of the room. After a long time, she turned her head stiffly to glance at the table in the distance.
The table usually held some cosmetics and such, but tonight, there were two extra bouquets of flowers.
Mia looked at one of the bouquets for a long time, blinking slightly, as if Jensen Sterling's words were still echoing in her ears.
"The flowers my little girl is holding are the ones I bought."
This sentence seemed to play on a loop in her ears, making it hard for her to fall asleep peacefully.
However, his expression and tone had been perfectly normal just moments ago.
So, why?
Mia didn't know how long she pondered this, but eventually, she didn't even realize when she fell asleep.
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