Chapter 27

CHLOE DUARTE

"What is your novel about?", he asks with interest again.

"I'm still in the beginning, so I don't have a definite idea.", I omit the part where I am relating my life with a little more information and interest.

"What about you? What do you like to do when you are not in the company or taking care of it?", I change the subject before he asks any more questions about the story I am writing.

I notice in his expression that he is about to say something, but he closes his mouth again before anything comes out, he thinks for a few seconds before turning his head to look at me.

"It may sound silly, even the press doesn't know about this passion I have...", he seems hesitant to tell me, but I encourage him.

"You can tell me; I promise not to tell anyone..."

"Flowers. Flowers are my other passion, I know one thing has nothing to do with the other, but touching and taking care of such fragile and strong plants awakens something in me, I s