After walking around the garden, as he was coming out, he spotted the bird of paradise planted to the side at a glance.
He replayed the scene in his mind again—Eve Sherman's look of surprise when she received the potted plant that day.
Thinking about it, he took out his phone, opened his private iMessage, ready to chat with Eve Sherman.
But after considering for a moment, he still switched to his main account and sent a message to Eve Sherman.
"Are you asleep, Sherman?"
He waited a while, but there was no response from her side.
Stellan Sutton's thoughts almost uncontrollably drifted to that photo from this afternoon.
Could it be that she's busy right now?
Busy being with that man?
At this thought, he put his phone away a bit frustrated, just about to head upstairs when his phone buzzed.
Eve Sherman had replied.
"What's up, President Sutton? I'm not asleep yet. I just finished showering and was looking at the flowers you gave me."
Her tone, as always, was the same.
