Evelyn was genuinely amazed by the sheer beauty of the rare flowers. But as she stared down at the roses, a sudden, slightly amused thought crossed her mind, Michael Thorn, that stubborn, freezing, silent oil bottle of a man, had literally never once in his entire life thought to send her flowers.
If only he had been the one to send this bouquet...
Seeing that she had fallen completely silent, Alexander gently lifted the massive arrangement of roses from the box and carefully placed them right into her arms. "Don't you like them?"
Evelyn shook her head gently. "It's not that I don't like them. It's just that your kindness makes me..." Unacceptable. She couldn't bring herself to voice the final word aloud.
"As long as you like them, that is all that matters. I understand everything else," he murmured, softly placing his index finger against her lips to block her from speaking any further rejections.
