NovelEnglishChapter 454
Her leg brushed against Dylan's by accident, and she instinctively caught herself on his knee, avoiding what
could have been a full-on collision. Clara glanced up and locked eyes with him-his gaze was calm, yet filled with
an intense undercurrent.
Suddenly, Dylan gripped her wrist, the warmth of his touch spreading like a wildfire across her skin. "Don't forget
the flowers," he reminded her, his voice steady.
"Yes, of course," she replied, trying to steady her racing heart.
He let his gaze linger on her for a few seconds longer before skillfully turning his wheelchair and leaving. It was
as if flowers meant more to him than any pricey gift could.
Clara sat there, momentarily stunned, the warmth from his grip still tingling on her skin. It felt like invisible vines
were wrapping around her wrist, pulling her deeper into uncharted waters. She looked down, rubbing her wrist
absentmindedly.
Meanwhile, Dylan headed downstairs, where a sleek black car was waiting. Richard was already inside, lowering
the window as Dylan approached. "The Sinclair family's Christmas must be quite the event, right? Are all the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtrelatives coming back?" he asked, casually resting his head on his hand.
Walter's eldest son, Michael, had been sidelined due to a scandal, but there were still his other sons, John and
Lucius-Aaron's father. This family was no walk in the park, especially with a bunch of extended relatives always
stirring things up. The Sinclair gatherings were never dull.
Dylan seemed lost in thought, gazing out the window and not really engaging in the conversation. Richard took a
deep breath, continuing, "And those abroad- plenty of eyes are on you. It might be best to keep a low profile."
Before Richard could finish, Dylan closed his eyes and softly said, "Leave her alone."
Caught off guard, Richard hesitated, then cracked his knuckles. "When have | ever bothered her?"
"Don't, not now, not ever," Dylan replied.
Rubbing his brow, Richard leaned back. "I don't intend to. But after that scene at the gala, you know how many
people are watching her now? Sometimes | just can't figure out your gplan."
Dylan glanced up just as Clara emerged from the building, his gaze softening. Richard, still waiting for an
answer, noticed the change and sighed, instructing the driver, "Let's go."
The car began to move slowly.
Clara, after leaving the building, drove to a florist, hoping to find svibrant red flowers. Unfortunately, they
only had yellow winter jasmine, and the specific red she was looking for was nowhere to be found. After striking
out at three different shops, she called Cole, hoping he might have a lead on swild cherry blossoms around
the outskirts.
Cole, busy with paperwork, answered. "Ms. Bradford, there are many kinds of blossoms. What exactly do you
need?"
Clara thought back to the unique flowers she had seen before. "Pure crimson red, really vivid."
"Sounds like the elusive crimson cherry blossom. They're hard to cby. A few years ago, during a business
trip with your dad, we spotted sat a manor outside the city. But here's the catch-these blossoms are pretty
much monopolized by a mysterious owner. Even the biggest flower market down south can't get them.
Apparently, all the best ones are planted at a private estate nearby. No one knows who owns it, though. I'll send
you the address-maybe you'll get lucky?"
Without questioning her sudden floral quest, Cole sent her the address.
As luck would have it, the estate was just a few miles from where Z lived. But Z's place was pretty remote-who
would grow cherry blossoms out there? Still, Clara decided to take a chance and see if she could find what she
was looking for. She couldn't afford to break another promise to Dylan.
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