Chapter 92. Making It Work

Linda’s POV

In no time, the reading room looked like a small flower shop. And it smelled so good. 

There were so many kinds of flowers, but the ones that stood up were the roses, those were my favorite and Chris knew that. 

The guy soon left after getting me to sign, to prove that I had received the flowers. 

When they had left, I glanced around the room, a warm feeling filling my chest. For a moment, all was forgiven and I had even forgotten about how dangerous his family was. 

I had forgotten how I had been threatened back at the hotel as I continued to admire the flowers.

This was such a beautiful gesture. 

Then my eyes caught something that was on the table, right in one of the biggest bouquets of flowers. 

It was white and looked like a note. I walked towards it and picked it up. I chuckled to myself when I saw Chris’s handwriting.

He did not have good penmanship, he wrote as if he was rushing.