Chapter 89. I’m in the Wrong House

“Why did you arrange for tulips, latte coffee, and brownies to be delivered to me every morning? You don’t have to do that,” Madison said in a rather irritated tone, slightly upset when she did not hear a response.

Lake had woken up from bed with a frown as a result of her call. It took time for him to understand all that Madison was saying.

In the end, he replied, “I didn’t.”

“Then who?” Madison was confused and stared at the two girls, but at the other end of the line, the sleep had vanished from Lake’s eyes.

A smirk formed in the corner of his lips when he realized what was ongoing.

Thinking Sebastian was just a freeloader, he proved to be more romantic than Lake thought.

Which man would pay for a daily delivery of what a woman liked when their relationship was not even defined?

“I think I know who it is, but I won’t tell you,” Lake said from the end of the line, and Madison was about to respond when one of the girls said,

“He also