Be was the kind whopletely immersed herself in her work when she encountered something she


    liked, to the extent of forgetting about space and time.


    At this moment, Be suddenly remembered that Christopher was still waiting for her. She hurriedly


    turned around and was surprised to see him still patiently standing in his original


    spot.


    There was now an intricately woven flower basket on his arm, adorned with beautiful, understated pink


    flowers.


    Be thought, ‘Those flowers are lovely, which inevitably makes me think of the quote-a rose does not


    answer its enemies with words but with beauty.’


    “Ms. Thompson,” Christopher called out to her, approaching with the flower basket.


    Seeing him dressed so cleanly, Be hurriedly tried to stop him with concern. “Ah! Don’te over! It’s


    muddy here!”


    However, Christopher paid her warnings no attention. He walked straight through the thorny bushes,


    single-mindedly wanting to reach her side. Be pursed her red lips, feeling a bit embarrassed.


    “Ms. Be, this is for you.” Christopher, his deep eyes filled with the soft glow of the evening sun,


    presented the flower basket to her.


    Be smiled gently and declined. “Mr. Iverson, thank you for your kind gesture. But these flowers… I


    can’t ept them.”


    Although it was just a basket of flowers, they were roses with ambiguous implications. epting them


    would be inappropriate.


    Christopher anticipated her refusal and changed his approach. Smiling, he said, “Flowersplement


    the beauty of ady; that’s just one aspect. More importantly, I’ve noticed Miss Thompson’s interest in


    the roses I nted, so I wanted to give you a basket to take back and study. Underneath the flowers,


    there’s soil from here that you can take back, transnt into your garden, and carefully nurture. They


    will bloom perennially.”


    With this exnation, Be had no reason to refuse any further. She hesitated momentarily, then


    reached out to ept the flower basket, saying, “Thank you, Mr. Iverson, for your gift.”


    Suddenly, Christopher frowned slightly, standing with his hands behind him as he leaned towards her.


    A handsome, chiseled face gradually erged in Be’s astonished pupils. She held her breath, and


    her long eyshes fluttered.


    Be asked, “Mr. Iverson, what’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”


    Christopher nodded earnestly, “Mmhmm.”


    “Where?” Be was bewildered, raising her hand to wipe her face, and another streak of mud smeared


    across her cheek. This time, she indeed became muddy.


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    Christopher was full of indulgence. He took out a pure white silk handkerchief from his pocket and


    naturally wiped away the dirt on her cheeks and forehead.


    He moved too quickly, and Be only snapped back to reality, hastily saying, “I can do it myself.”


    “It’s okay. It’s already clean.” Christopher gazed deeply at her, smoothly retracting his hand.


    He was always like this, stopping at the right moment when she felt their interaction was getting too


    intimate. Somehow, Be’s mind came up with a provocative thought.


    However, she quickly dismissed this thought. Perhaps Christopher’s considerate actions were due to


    his gentle nature, and there might also be some childhood friendship between them.


    At this moment, a series of footsteps approached them.


    Be suddenly lifted her eyes and then froze.


    Just a few steps away, Justin’s imposing figure stood like a mountain before them. He disyed neither


    excitement nor anger. Only his eyes had a faint reddish glow.


    It was like the calm before a storm.


    Just moments ago, Justin observed every interaction between Be and the man before him. His fists


    clenched fiercely beneath his refined sleeves, and veins bulged on his forehead. He watched her


    ept the roses from Christopher, witnessed her radiant smile, and observed him gently wiping away


    the dirt from her cheek.


    Their tacit understanding and intimacy were like a pair of harmonious musical instruments. Justin’s


    back tensed, teeth grinding audibly, and a roaring pain echoed in his mind.


    He witnessed her interactions as if they were a couple, the silent agreement and closeness akin to a


    pair of perfectly matched partners.


    Justin’s back was taut, his teeth grinding with a creaking sound, and a buzzing pain resonated in his


    mind.


    It turned out that Be wasn’t here topete for the project but to appreciate the blooming flowers


    with a new lover. However, he preferred that shee here to snatch his project and torment him. He


    was willing to yield everything to her. Yet he was unwilling to see that everything that once belonged to


    him, she would willingly hand over to this man…