Chapter 35. Please

"Good grief!" 

Kimberly screamed in surprise when she saw a man she knew very well sitting on one side of the bed in her room. 

The man lifted his face, then turned to look at Kimberly, standing still in front of the bathroom door. Before long, Kimberly walked over to the position where the man was sitting. 

"Why are you here? Didn't you say you just got home the day after tomorrow?" 

Kimberly looked probingly at the man, who was none other than Nicholas. Instead of answering Kimberly's question, Nicholas's gaze shifted to the object that had been stealing his attention. 

"Whose flower is that?" Nicholas tilted his chin toward the bucket of lilies that lay on the nightstand. 

"How could you ask me. That's the flower you gave me, right?" 

Nicholas glared. "Flowers I gave you?" then shook his head. He even had a questioning look on his face. "I sent you a red rose, not a lily. That was not a gift from me, Kimberly A