Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 802

Vickie Thomas did not go far and sat for a while in the garden in front of the auxiliary building.

The warm sunlight shone overhead, like a huge ball of soft cotton that wrapped her up in layer after layer of warmth.

Andrea was right beside her. She was afraid that Vickie would catch a cold and had specially brought out a thin blanket for her.

"Ms. Thomas, the lotus flowers in the pond over there are about to bloom. Would you like to go over and take a look?"

There was a big pond at the outermost part of the garden of the chateau. Mr. Osborne usually had people to maintain it and Gregory Graham seldom went there.

Mr. Osborne felt that the pond was too empty and not very pretty, so he had asked for some lotus flowers to be transplanted there.

It was only April at that time, so it was not the season for lotus flowers to bloom.

Perhaps due to the warming climate, or perhaps because of the different varieties that Mr. Osborne had ordered to be transplanted, several flowers had already bloomed at this time.

Vickie contemplated. Since she had nothing better to do, she might as well go and have a look.

She went along with it.

Andrea then happily pushed her over to the pond.

When they got there, there were many large pink and white flowers on the floating lotus leaves.

Some of them were only flower buds, but most of them had already bloomed.

Andrea was a little surprised.

"Wow! I just came a few days ago to check it out and they were all still buds then. How did they bloom so quickly?"

As she said this, she ran over and picked one.

Vickie looked at the flower that was as white as snow, contrasted with the green leaves below, it looked delicate and beautiful. Just one glance made her feel a hint of sympathy in her heart and also made her subconsciously curl her lips into a smile.

"You just picked Uncle Osborne's flowers! If he finds out, you’re in trouble!" She said jokingly.

Andrea snorted lightly.

"No way! Uncle Osborne’s really nice. The last time those flowers he planted bloomed, he even specially asked someone to pick some and gave it to us. He said that if there are flowers in a lady’s room, the lady would also look more energetic, so he definitely won't mind!"

Vickie smiled slightly at the words.

Mr. Osborne had always been like this. He was always kind and considerate towards anyone.

The two of them were joking and laughing when Andrea suddenly froze.

She trotted over in a few steps to Vickie's side and whispered, "Ms. Thomas, isn’t that Ms. Lynch?"

Vickie tilted her head slightly and looked over in the direction Andrea was pointing at.

Sure enough, she saw Yuliana Lynch walking hurriedly towards the other direction with her head slightly bowed.

Andrea frowned.

"Where is she going? That way...isn't that where Young Master lives? Didn't Young Master say that no one was allowed to go over to him during the day?"

Vickie's face dulled, but her eyes darkened.

She said blankly, "There's probably something going on."

After she said that, she withdrew her gaze.

Andrea noticed Vickie’s expression. There seemed to be nothing different about Vickie’s face, and she even looked uninterested, but her eyes had flickered slightly.

Immediately afterward, Andrea smiled and said, "It should be. Otherwise, why would Young Master meet Ms. Lynch when he hates her so much? Even if he wanted to meet someone, he would meet you instead!"

Vickie’s fingers that were caressing her skirt faltered.

She looked up and gazed at Andrea.

Her gaze was sharp, like a knife that could split a blade. She looked directly at Andrea and asked, "Why did you say that?"

Andrea smiled brightly.

"It's true! Everyone can see that Young Master's heart is with you, Ms. Thomas. Ms. Lynch is just refusing to admit it. Say, how many times did Young Master take the initiative to see you? And how many times did he go to her? If it wasn't for her shamelessly presenting herself to him every time, perhaps Young Master would have already forgotten that there's someone like her living in the chateau."

Vickie's lips curled up in a sneer and looked at Andrea with a seeming gaze.