Sitting in the back seat, Ivy felt a pang of guilt.
"You really didn't have to go out of your way to drop me off at Metropolitan General. By the time you get to the office, it'll be past ten. Won't your pay be docked for being late?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how ridiculous they sounded and let out an awkward laugh.
"Right, you're the boss. No one would dare dock your pay, haha..."
Alaric took her hand in his. Though his handsome face remained characteristically stoic, his voice was surprisingly gentle.
"Don't overthink it. It's on the way."
"Oh."
Ivy pursed her lips, watching his thumb idly trace patterns against her knuckles.
Playfully, she shifted her hand so their matching rings pressed against one another again.
The longer she looked at them, the more she loved them.
A soft, irrepressible giggle escaped her lips.
Amused by her infectious joy, Alaric reached out and lightly pinched her cheek.
"What are you laughing at?"
Ivy couldn't wipe the beaming smile off her face. "I'm just happy. Really, really happy."
"What's there to be so happy about?"
Alaric feigned ignorance.
But Ivy refused to explain.
As the car pulled up to the hospital entrance, Ivy couldn't help herself. She leaned in, planted a swift kiss on his cool lips, and said sweetly.
"Bye, Darling. Have a safe drive to work. I have to go!"
She threw open the door and darted into the building, far too flustered to look back.
She was terrified someone would notice the furious blush burning down to the tips of her ears.
Stunned by the unexpected kiss, Alaric felt a sugary warmth bloom in his chest.
But he masked his elation perfectly, simply tapping the partition to signal Leo to drive.
Ivy went about her usual shift, tending to her sister and setting up Ethan's IV drip.
The DNA Heritage Report for her and her sisters wouldn't be ready for another three days.
So all she could do was wait.
Her colleagues continued to gossip in awe. "Holy crap, I just looked these up. This is The 'Celestial Bloom' Bouquet—it costs a solid $10,000 arrangement online."
"No wonder it looks so stunning and unique. You literally never see these in normal flower shops."
"Wow, Ivy. Your husband really goes all out. Is it your birthday today? Why would he send you something so crazy?"
Another nurse chimed in, "How do you guys even know her husband sent it?"
"Because she's married! If her husband didn't send it, does that mean she has a secret admirer trying to steal her away?"
Tuning out their dramatic speculation, Ivy carefully cradled the flowers, admiring their beauty.
She snapped a quick picture on her phone and secretly texted it to Alaric.
[Did you have these sent to me?]
But even as she hit send, she figured it was impossible.
A man like Alaric simply treating her decently was a miracle in itself.
He wasn't the kind of guy who would romantically surprise her with flowers on a mundane weekday.
The thought probably hadn't even crossed his mind.
Waiting anxiously for his reply, a swirl of conflicting emotions tied her stomach in knots. If Alaric hadn't sent them... then who did?

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