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Chapter 361 The Flowers of Tully City are Gorgeous

Liam frowned, gave Sweety a fleeting look, and nodded at me, his expression unreadable. “Got it,” he

muttered.

He handed Sweety her phone back with a steady voice, “Ms. Taters, hang onto your phone.”

As she took her phone, tears welled up in Sweety’s eyes, her gaze lingering on Liam as he walked

away.

I tried to keep my feelings in check as I turned to her. “Sweety, remember our English teacher from six

years back, the one who used to find us clients? You remember what happened to her, right?”

She looked away, a mix of defiance and hurt in her eyes. “Don’t compare me to her. I’m not trying to

wreck his marriage. I just… I just want to see him, that’s all. I’m not the other woman.

I was on the verge of a breakdown. “He is married, you know. Even a few extra glances is a mistake for

both of you. Love is not wrong, but it’s meant to heal, not harm. He’s taken, and you’re single. We’ve

been taught about decency since we were kids. Did you forget all that?”

“Enough!” She screamed at me, her voice so loud that it turned heads all around us. Tears welled up in

her eyes as she shot back, “So I’m shameless, big deal! Do you want me to end up like that English

teacher, hated and insulted by everyone, until she jumped off a building? Is that what you would prefer,

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for me to be dead?”

I felt a lump in my throat and shook my head. “You know that’s not what I am saying.” Our sixth–grade

English teacher had an affair, got outed by the wife, and was shamed by everyone at school until she

could no longer bear it and took her own life.

Sweety and I saw the aftermath: her body destroyed on the pavement. After that, Sweety swore she

would never get involved with a married man, saying it would be the death of her.

Now she was breaking her own rule, turning into the very person she used to despise.

She would not listen to me, her eyes fiery with hurt. “Fine, I’m worse than dirt to you. If that’s how it is,

then stay out of my business. I’ve got to go.” She stormed off before I could

say another word, disappearing into the bustling night market crowd.

“Yvette.” Emily’s voice snapped me out of my daze. She looked at me, her face the picture of serenity,

as if nothing was wrong.

I blinked away my confusion and asked, “Emily, where did you go?”

She flashed a sheepish smile. “I wandered down to the river for a bit. When I turned around to find you,

you were gone. Sorry about that. I got so caught up in my own world that I didn’t even notice you

weren’t with me.”

I bit my lip and gave a small nod, guilt creeping up inside. I was torn about whether to spill the beans to

her on the scene I had stumbled upon with Liam and Sweety earlier.

After a brief pause, I locked eyes with her and ventured, “Emily, you looked like you were searching for

someone earlier. Did you find them?”

Her face froze for a split second. “No… no, who would I be looking for? Why do you ask all of a

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sudden?”

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I bit my lip again. I was not clueless. Since we had hit the night market, she had been scanning the

crowd non–stop. It was obvious to anyone who was paying attention that she was on the lookout for

someone. At first, I was just puzzled. However, after running into Liam and Sweety, the pieces fell into

place.

I chose not to call her out on it and just nodded and suggested, “Let’s head back.”

Whatever was up with her and Liam, it was not my place to meddle. In the event that she did not want

to open up, I was not going to force it. Everyone had their pride.

Back at the hotel, Emily retreated to her room. I felt a wave of sadness as I drifted towards mine.

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Reaching my door, I stopped short–a bunch of pink hibiscuses hung from the doorknob. They were

gorgeous, wrapped up fancily. I hesitated, wondering if I had the wrong

room.

I double–checked the room number and the floor. Nope, this was definitely my room.

These roses, however, posed a question.

“Don’t you like them?” came a deep voice, giving me a start.

I glanced over to see Idris from next door. He looked like he had just showered, dressed in a white robe

that hinted at the muscles underneath.

“Are these from you?” I asked, taking the roses off the doorknob.

He gave a nod, his hands gesturing as he explained, “I just popped downstairs to chat with the vacation

resort’s shareholders. They mentioned that girls are fans of these flowers, so I figured you would be

into them too.”

I bit my lip, staying quiet, and offered a simple, “Thanks.”

I then slipped into my room, leaving him without another word.

Feeling down, I did not want to spread my gloom to him. Once back in my room and after a refreshing

shower, I glanced at the bunch of pink hibiscus flowers. After a moment’s thought, I snapped a picture

and shared it online with the caption: [Tully City’s blooms. So pretty!]