John felt that perhaps he was overthinking things. Cain was the head of a major conglomerate. How could he possibly know Saphen, a hired worker at a pet shop who even rode a shabby bicycle to work.
But the two bouquets were simply too similar, so similar that he could not convince himself it was just a coincidence.
Or perhaps John could think that this bouquet had been given by Mason, not Cain.
Yet John's mind kept screaming that Cain and Saphen definitely had something going on.
So even after Saphen pedaled away on his bicycle, John still could not help watching his retreating figure, the light in his eyes growing darker by the moment.
6677 was no longer sobbing. "The male lead giving flowers to you right in front of another male lead. At this point the world should just be destroyed!"
Hearing the extreme indignation in 6677's voice, Saphen joked, "Then should I throw this bouquet away?"
6677's eyes widened, as if it could not believe it. "You would do that for me?"
