The rest of the night was a blur. Kieran frowned and checked his phone.
There was a message from Landon. "Kieran, did you and Lila get home safely?" So, it was Lila who brought him back. A quick glance at his call log confirmed she had called from the night before.
He replied to Landon, whose reply came almost instantly. "Seriously, you waited till morning to let me know you're home? Why didn't you wait until I died of worry before telling me?"
Kieran ignored his friend's dramatics and quietly slipped out of bed. After a quick wash up, he headed downstairs.
In the living room, a bouquet lay on the coffee table—purple tulips, their petals already withered, mixed with lisianthus blooms. Lila's favorites.
His gaze darkened. Had someone else given them to her? Without a word, he swept the flowers into the trash, then tossed something on top to cover them from view.
Skipping breakfast, he left for the office. But he made sure to have Cindy prepare breakfast for Lila before he went.
When Lila finally stirred awake, it was already 9:00 am, and her body was still sore. "How does Kieran have so much stamina? Does he ever get tired? If it weren't for me tapping out, he'd probably keep going till sunrise," she groaned inwardly.
After lazing in bed for a little while, she got up to freshen up. When she saw the bouquet sticking out of the trash, she froze. It hit her that she had forgotten to give those flowers to Kieran last night.
Curious, she asked Cindy, "Did you throw these away?"
"No, I didn't."
LIla nodded. So, it must've been Kieran.
The bouquet had wilted a bit overnight because she had forgotten to put it in a vase, but still—he had thrown them straight into the trash. Did that mean he didn't like them?
Resting her chin on her hand, she made a mental note. "Next time, I should ask him what kind of flowers he actually likes."
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