Chapter 20: Who Touched My Flowers?

Her clear and sincere eyes revealed no deceit; she spoke genuinely, convinced of her words, as though she’d unhesitatingly offer him everything she had. She watched him nervously, as if the slightest movement of his could completely sway her emotions. Winford’s eyes, deep and enigmatic, gazed at her. Ophelia suddenly felt a sense of danger surrounding her, her hair almost standing on end.

Winford smiled slightly and said hoarsely, “Alright, I accept it.”

Ophelia was stunned. In both her lives, she had seldom witnessed Winford smile. Caught off guard, she stared at him, stunned.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone seeming softer than before.

Ophelia quickly regained her composure, saying, “Nothing.” Her cheeks flushed hot, and she swiftly averted her gaze, embarrassingly turning her head away. She couldn’t help but think to herself that her husband was truly handsome.

Sunset Vista.

“Why hasn’t Mr. Winford come back yet?”

10:00

Chapter 20: Who Touched My Flowers?

Elva had repeatedly glanced outside. Madeline, while wiping a vase, said, “Maybe something delayed him…”

Before she finished speaking, Winford’s car stopped. Elva was about to run out excitedly when she saw the door open, and the first person to get out was Ophelia. Ophelia lifted her elaborate and beautiful dress, looking like a princess from a fairy tale.

“So Mr. Winford went to pick her up,” Madeline said. “Mr. Winford’s way home is totally different from where the banquet was at that hotel. It looks like he went out of his way just to pick her up.”

“Did you notice the dress she was wearing just now? Mr. Winford had it custom-made for her. It’s a one-of-a-kind piece…”

Elva clenched her teeth and then said, “Enough!”

Then, Elva’s gaze darkened with fury. “So what if she’s gloating now? Just wait; in a few days, I’ll make sure she’s driven out of Sunset Vista!”

Ophelia, sensing a hostile gaze, instinctively turned her head just in time to catch a glimpse of Elva’s fleeting figure, her eyes narrowing in response. Without giving it much thought, she went to the other side of the car, where Graham was bringing out the wheelchair.

“Honey, let me help you get out,” she said cheerfully as she ran to open the door.

Winford said with a hint of tenderness, “Okay.”

Graham, who was about to step forward, quietly stepped back.

My Flowers?

After helping Winford into the wheelchair, Ophelia pushed him inside. Graham was stunned. Why did he feel like he might lose his job?

In the study, Winford said, “Why don’t you go rest for a while now?”

Ophelia replied, “I’m not tired.”

Winford sighed and asked, “Don’t your feet hurt?”

Ophelia paused, realizing she was wearing high heels and her feet were somewhat sore after walking for so long. She didn’t expect him to notice. A feeling of sweetness filled her heart, and she quickly said, “Oh, I’ll go change them right away.”

Her dress fluttered past his vision, and the faint fragrance disappeared as she left the study. Winford looked away and took out the document from the box. He saw that Erin’s name was already written as the transferor, but the transferee section was still blank. He only needed to sign his name there, and these shares would belong to him.

Graham noticed Winford hadn’t moved for a long time, thinking he might not want to accept this gift. After all, it didn’t mean much to Winford.

“Pen,” Winford suddenly said, extending his hand.

Graham was surprised but didn’t hesitate, immediately fetching Winford’s usual signing pen from the desk and handing it over respectfully.

Winford took the pen and signed his name on the document slowly. It seemed, perhaps mistakenly, that there was a sense of seriousness and solemnity in his action. It was as if he took everything Ophelia said seriously.

Graham paused, about to suggest Winford reconsider carefully, as Ophelia’s sweet words might have been deceptive. But seeing Winford in a rare good mood, Graham decided not to say anything.

In her room, Ophelia first took off her high heels and then changed out of her dress. Thinking of Winford’s concern, she gave a slight smile. After tidying herself up, she took the nearly wilted bouquet from the vase, intending to make it into bookmarks. This was the first bouquet Winford had given her, and it held significant sentimental value. She couldn’t just throw it away.

But soon, her good mood disappeared. She had counted that this bouquet contained ninety-nine roses. Now it still had ninety-nine roses, but nearly half of them had been replaced. The inserted roses were ordinary ones with similar colors!

Ophelia’s face darkened. Holding the bouquet, she immediately left the room. Downstairs, she called all the servants over and asked in a stern voice, “Who touched my flowers?”

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The servants looked at each other. “Mrs. Pruitt, we didn’t touch them. Is something wrong with the flowers?”

Ophelia didn’t answer, her cold gaze sweeping over the servants and suddenly stopping.

“Madeline.”

Everyone looked at Madeline.

Madeline lowered her head, her face slightly changing as she stepped forward. “Mrs. Pruitt, I didn’t touch your flowers!”

“Was it you who cleaned my room?” Ophelia asked.

Madeline fidgeted with her shirt. “Yes.”

“Then explain to me, what’s going on here?” Ophelia pointed at the bouquet. The rare species and the ordinary ones looked similar at first glance, but the differences were obvious upon closer inspection.

Madeline said, “I don’t know, it has nothing to do with me.”

“Besides you, who else has been in my room?”

Madeline was speechless, her face turning pale. She thought replacing a few flowers wouldn’t be noticed by Ophelia. Besides, these flowers were about to wilt anyway, so why didn’t Ophelia just throw them in the trash? Who would have thought Ophelia would care so much about a bouquet?

“Where did you take the flowers?” Ophelia was upset. Such an important gift had been ruined.

Chapter 20: Who Touched My Flowers?

Elva happened to walk by, and Madeline instinctively looked at her. Elva quickly signaled to Madeline with her eyes. Madeline gritted her teeth and mumbled, “I gave them away…”

“Gave them away?” Ophelia sneered coldly. “Who gave you the authority to touch my things and give them away?”

Elva stepped forward. “Mrs. Pruitt, it’s just a few flowers. You didn’t seem to care about them anyway. Is there a need to be so harsh?”

Ophelia calmly sat down on a nearby sofa, looking up at her. “Didn’t Bertha teach you the attitude and tone you should use when speaking to me?”

Elva’s expression froze.

“I am the person in charge of this house, and she was touching my belongings. Deciding how to deal with this is my business, not yours to give opinions on,” Ophelia stated, showing no fear or hesitation towards Elva.

Ophelia disregarded Elva and instead addressed Bertha, who was approaching, by asking, “Are there any specific rules in Sunset Vista for dealing with this kind of situation?”