Waking up, Rose realized a horrible truth. She was allergic.
"Ah!"
The sound of a pig getting slaughtered rang from the bathroom, causing Josephine to fall from the bed in shock.
"What happened?"
Josie dashed to the bathroom to see Rose’s fair skin dotted with red rashes under her loose collar.
It matched the color of her face.
Josephine stared in shock. "You're allergic to pollen?"
Rose facepalmed herself. "Rose Loyle's body is naturally weak. I can’t believe I forgot about it."
Josie immediately walked off to message her brother with her phone. 'Immediately! Right now! Get rid of your roses!'
Receiving such a message early in the morning had Jay's mood immediately worsen.
She had evidently loved the flowers others sent her yet at the same time would sweep his precious flowers out her door.
What was the meaning of this?
He replied indifferently, 'Get rid of them yourself.’
After a simple breakfast, Jay arrived at the company.
Grayson then professionally relayed his major discovery to the president. "Mr. President, Missus threw the roses you sent her in the community trash can this morning."
Jay's expression was sour!
"Did you find anything about the barbaric rascal who sent her the roses yet?"
Grayson slouched. "Not yet!"
Glancing at the president’s darkening gaze, Grayson explained, "Missus took a leave today for some reason. The rascal hasn't appeared yet!"
Jay lifted his gaze. "The reason behind the leave?"
Grayson looked constipated. "The hospital doesn't know why, Mr. President. They wouldn't dare ask for details since this is the missus we're talking about."
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