My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Tada! Surprise!

"Hahaha! Young lady, whoever your man is, he’s a lucky man!"

The old vendor laughed heartily.

His skin was wrinkled, his back slightly hunched, and years of hard labor had long become part of his appearance. Yet he stood beside Ashley, laughing as they watched Khan load flowers into the trunk.

Ashley blushed.

She tried her best not to grin from ear to ear.

"Hehe. Right, Grandpa? He’s really lucky!" she declared proudly, earning a glance from Khan.

"I mean, men usually buy flowers for their partners. But for some reason, I don’t really see women buying flowers for their boyfriends or husbands. Aunt Liza is right."

Then again, Ashley’s social circle had always been practically nonexistent.

The closest thing she had to learning about love came from movies.

The old man laughed again and nodded enthusiastically.

"That’s true! That’s true!" He clapped his hands. "But young lady, aren’t you a little too young to be married?"

Ashley chuckled and scratched her cheek. "I’m not that young. I’m already twenty-three...or four."

The vendor happily chatted away, and she indulged him while Khan continued loading flowers into the trunk.

Khan glanced between the old vendor and his madam.

The two of them chatted as though they had known each other for years.

If someone saw Ashley right now, they would never imagine she was capable of waging a blood war.

If anything, anyone seeing her for the first time would simply think she was a kind young woman buying everything an old flower vendor was selling.

"Grandpa," Ashley hummed, tilting her head. "Isn’t that cart a little heavy to pull around?"

The vendor chuckled and waved dismissively.

"It is, but I’m used to it. It’s how I’ve survived all these years. I sell flowers wherever my cart takes me."

"Oh."

Ashley nodded and glanced at the now-empty cart that Khan wheeled back toward them.

She stared at it for a moment before turning back to the old man.

"Grandpa, do you have a phone number?"

"Huh?"

"You see, I’m a flower enthusiast!" she said with a bright smile. "I love flowers and plant a lot of them."

"Ah! Ah!"

The old man nodded enthusiastically before hurriedly reaching for his worn belt pouch.

He pulled out a small notepad and a pen before scribbling down his number.

"I don’t carry my phone around, but if you ever want flowers, just call or message me!" he said eagerly. "That way, you can pick exactly what you want, and I can prepare them beforehand!"

Ashley smiled softly and accepted the number.

She stayed a little longer, paid for the flowers, and eventually parted ways with the vendor.

As the car pulled away, she looked out the window and watched him smiling happily beside his empty cart.

Even so, she noticed Khan repeatedly glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

"What is it?" she finally asked. "Just say it."

Khan cleared his throat. "I was just thinking how nice that was, Madam."

"Nice?"

"Yes. Stopping to help an elderly man."

Ashley let out a shallow breath.

"Khan, I’m not that kind." She turned her attention back to the window. "I’m not someone who stops everything just because someone needs help."

After all, her entire life had taught her otherwise.

She had learned long ago that helping the wrong stranger could have consequences.

Scott had made sure she understood that lesson.

Once had been enough.

"I stopped because I wanted to buy Lucian flowers," she said honestly. "That’s the truth."

A short while later, Ashley stood behind the car.

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