Cordy and Lucas rode the same car back to the hotel.
Neither of them spoke along the way, staying silent as if they were two strangers sharing a cab.
They kept their distance when they returned to the hotel as well, heading inside one after another.
Even as they got in the elevator, they looked like they would rather die than talk to each other.
Arriving on her floor, Cordy arrived at her room and was about to open the door when Patrick suddenly opened it, exclaiming, "Surprise!"
Cordy was left stunned even as fresh flower petals rained down on her.
The man was supposed to be more mature than this!
Why was a political elite behaving like a little boy around her?!
Seeing that she was speechless, he asked tentatively, "Don't you like it?"
"Nope."
Patrick's tone turned wounded. "I was thinking that it'd be a waste to throw those flowers I bought the other day, so I plucked every petal to prepare a gift celebrating your discharge from the hospital."
Cordy actually imagined him crouching alone on the floor, carefully plucking the petals just then.
There was no question that she was occasionally cold toward him.
"Well, do you feel better now?" Patrick asked, changing the subject just then—he was never going to hold a grudge against her anyway, which only left Cordy feeling guilty every time.
Still, she was not sure if it was not a tactic of his either, since politicians were as cunning as they were insightful.
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