CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 93: THAT’S RIGHT, IT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU THINK!

Monday, the next day.

As soon as Serena Sinclair entered the department, the receptionist called out to her, "Serena, your flowers!"

A large bouquet of lilies.

The lilies emitted a strong fragrance.

On the small card in the center of the bouquet, in Adrian Lockwood’s handwriting, were the words, [Serena, I hope these flowers start your week off wonderfully!]

Signed: Adrian.

"Serena, your husband is quite romantic, isn’t he?"

The receptionist looked gossip-hungry.

Serena opened her mouth, but the words "I’m already divorced" swallowed back down.

Compared to a bouquet of flowers delivered on a Monday, the news of her divorce was clearly more sensational.

Instead of responding, she knew that soon enough there would be other fresh news in the department, and the flowers Adrian sent, along with him as a person, would end up as trash in the cleaning lady’s cart.

But if she explained that she was already divorced, then within half an hour, gossip about her divorce, why she got divorced, who the Adrian on the card was...

Would breed countless rumors.

Better to let things lie than stir them up!

"When the cleaning lady comes by later, please have her take care of it!"

She thanked the receptionist and took the card from the bouquet, tore it apart, and threw it in the trash can under her desk.

Wyatt Hawthorne came to the 60th floor to find Claire Carson and sneezed hard as soon as he reached the reception.

He looked up and saw that large bouquet of lilies on the reception desk.

"Morning, President Hawthorne!"

"Morning..."

Rubbing his nose, Wyatt glanced disdainfully at the lilies, "You’re prettier than these flowers, why keep them?"

The receptionist’s smile was bright, "They were sent by Serena’s husband!"

Wyatt, who had already walked a few steps away, halted, "Who?"

"Serena from Department One’s design team, Serena Sinclair!"

One sentence from the receptionist.

Wyatt gave the bouquet a deep look, sneezed again, and raised his hand, "Hurry, throw it away! These flowers are unlucky!"

Whether they’re unlucky or not is unknown.

But making the boss who complimented her prettier than flowers sneeze twice in a row.

That was their biggest offense!

Not even waiting for the cleaning lady, the receptionist quickly ran to put the flowers in the utility room.

In the director’s office, Wyatt asked Claire Carson, "Your department is team-building this weekend?"

"Yes..."

Claire nodded, "Didn’t you already approve it? Is there a problem?"

Uh...

When approving, he only knew the department was team-building, the company was covering costs.

He hadn’t even given it a second look and approved it with a wave.

If Ian Young hadn’t just asked if he wanted to join, Wyatt wouldn’t have realized it was the design department where Serena worked.

"No problem."

Wyatt cleared his throat, "Just thought, you guys have worked hard these past few months, so you can feel free to raise the team-building budget a bit. Write a report, and I’ll approve it!"

???

In a flash, Claire cautiously asked, "President Hawthorne, how about you join us?"

"We’ll see when the time comes."

Wyatt said reservedly, "I’ll come if I have time."

As he left, the receptionist had already removed those headache-inducing lilies.

Wyatt walked away satisfied, then turned back to instruct the receptionist, "Morning tea in half an hour!"

"Thank you, President Hawthorne!"

The receptionist’s cheerful voice faded as the elevator doors closed.

Wyatt took out his phone and sent a message at a leisurely pace.

Half an hour later, everyone in the design department received a heartfelt treat from the big boss.

Each person got a cup of coffee, a cake, and a small bouquet of three to five delicate flowers.

Someone chose carnations.

Someone took ping pong chrysanthemums.

The bouquet that reached Serena’s hands happened to be a bunch of red roses.

Looking around, everyone’s flowers were different; her red roses stood out as both striking and ordinary in the office’s organized chaos.

She couldn’t help but think of the bouquet of red roses Wyatt gave her the day they divorced and the one over the weekend at the dining table.

They were all red roses.

She mumbled to herself that it was just a coincidence.

Serena looked up again, meeting Ian Young’s gaze.

As if saying: Yep, it’s exactly what you think.

Serena: ...

"Finally understand why everyone was eager to get into Hawthorne Corporation during campus recruitment, this work environment, what other company can compare?"

"Forget the work environment, what other company’s boss invites employees for morning and afternoon tea every other day? Ah, I love this company, I want to shine and contribute my warmth!"

"Anyone else think the boss’s treats over the past few months have been a bit excessive?"

"..."

With the holidays approaching, there are company-given holiday bonuses and shopping cards, as well as randomly dropped boss gift packs.

Everyone in the departments of Hawthorne Corporation was soaking in a wave of jubilant, joyful good spirits.

Adrian Lockwood wasn’t in a very good mood.

"The delivery guy said Hawthorne Corp has a new policy, all deliveries can only be sent to the ground floor lobby, and the recipient has to be notified to pick them up there, can’t be delivered directly to the department like on Monday."

The assistant reported carefully, "President Lockwood, should we continue sending them?"

Adrian’s expression was grim.

What was Serena up to?

Birthday noodles on the day of the birthday, tailing on the day of meeting Chloe’s parents, all acting as if she cared so much.

Yet she never took him off the blacklist, whether it was phone or WeChat.

The flowers and gifts sent never even reached her hands, totally ignored.

Didn’t expect that after one divorce, she became a relationship expert?

"No need."

He ordered coldly, waving his hand dismissively.

The assistant left, and Adrian called Chloe Lynch, "You don’t need to pick up Miles this afternoon, I’ll finish early and go get him!"

He arrived at the kindergarten gate by five, spotting Miles Lockwood, no longer as lively as before, quietly holding the teacher’s hand as he walked out. Adrian ruffled his hair, "How about I take you to see Mom?"

His previously calm eyes suddenly lit up.

Miles nodded, "Okay."

The Benz turned around, heading towards Hawthorne Corporation.

"Serena..."

As Adrian’s voice rang out, Serena, Clara Lynch, Snow, and a few department colleagues just stepped out of the Hawthorne building.

Hadn’t even finished saying "see you tomorrow," when they heard that call of Serena.

Turning back, a few steps away was Adrian holding Miles.

Adrian in a black suit, tall and lean, with a smiling expression.

Miles in a little British suit, eyes blinking brightly.

A handsome man.

A proportionally smaller handsome little man.

And that call of Serena, everyone exchanged knowing glances, immediately aware of who the other was.

"Oh my, Serena, we knew you were married, but we didn’t know your husband and son were this handsome? All the good genes got scooped up by your family, I’m so envious and jealous!"

"Not only handsome but thoughtful too, coming all the way here to pick you up after work! ...Sob, sob, sob, another day of being moved to tears by others’ love stories!"

"..."

Serena turned back, locking eyes with Clara’s angry and helpless glance.

Shaking her head to signal that she was fine, Serena stepped forward, "Adrian Lockwood, what’s this about?"

"Serena, our son misses you!"

Adrian patted Miles’ head, gently pushing him towards Serena, "You said he could come see you whenever he missed you, didn’t you?"

Remembering his dad’s words, ’There won’t be a next time if you don’t behave.’

His nose picked up that familiar and pleasant scent on his mom.

Miles looked up, his eyes reddening as he stared at Serena, "Mom..."

Seeing Miles, as cute as a rabbit, Serena sighed softly in her heart.

"Let’s go eat..."

Serena turned and walked towards a cafe in the distance.

Adrian, holding Miles, followed her.

The Maybach drove out of the parking lot, catching sight of a harmonious family of three holding hands against the sunset’s glow.

Wyatt squinted, his eyes deep and thoughtful.