Letting Go, My Husband
LGMH CHAPTER 48 - Flowers Again

Bonchap 1's.

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Bella has been in Singapore for 3 days. He did not live alone, but with Phiah. Someone who is very important to Bella, not just as an assistant or manager. But Fhia also became a sister.

There have been several job offers that approach Bella, ranging from shows and some events also become models for some products.

But Fhia says, Bella doesn't have to work first. A week or even a month of rest first, the windfall problem will certainly exist alone.

After all, Bella's savings are still enough to finance her foundation.

Today at the same time, at 8 am Bella's apartment bell rang again.

A man in a neat suit was standing at the door there. Carrying a bouquet of beautiful red roses.

"Right flowers?" ask Fhia while receiving the flowers.

The deliveryman smiled and nodded his head.

"Yes Miss, flowers for Miss Bella."

"Bella hasn't officially divorced yet, she's still a mistress" Fhia replied quickly. For some reason, Fhia feels like she has to protect Bella from this guy. Someone who always sends flowers to Bella. Feeling that the person has hidden intentions.

"Miss Bella's getting a divorce in a few months" the man replied casually, as if he knew it all. Makes Fhia gap.

Long standing on the doorstep, making Bella curious. He also approached Fhia.

"Who?" ask Bella.

Seeing Bella coming, the man immediately lowered his head, respectfully.

"She again" said Bella, she and Fhia were already uncomfortable with this person. Moreover, in every flower he sent there was never a name, only the initials ES.

Really sucks.

Bella, immediately snatched the bouquet of flowers in Fhia's hands and returned it to the man.

Even give it away rough.

"Take this! and don't ever send me flowers!" bella said with a high voice.

Bella felt like there was a stalker watching her every time she remembered the flower.

And it feels really uncomfortable.

"Sorry Miss, this time there are not only initials. My master has written his full name" said the man seeking a plea.

Out of curiosity, Bella immediately took it back. Not even that man could stretch it out.

Making a man who was watching them at the end of the corridor smile. All Bella's behavior always makes her smile like this, funny and charming.

In accordance with their guess all along.

"This is Edward Saverun?" fhia asked in disbelief.

It is impossible that Edward Saverun is a young businessman in Singapore.

People who have high degrees in this country.

"In Singapore there is only one Miss Saverun family. And had only one son named Edward" the man explained with a smile.

Seeing the surprised faces of Fhia and Bella was really fun.

The smile disappeared as the earphones in his ears rang.

Keep eyes! edward said at the end.

The assistant lowered his gaze. Sort of hissing, sorry sir.

They meet their age and finally Bella again receives the bouquet of flowers.

"Why does she always give me Fhia flowers?" bella asked, now the two women have returned to the room and are sitting on the sofa.

"Not only that, he also knows you and Azam are getting a divorce," replied Fhia not wanting to lie.

"Is it because I'm going to be a widow so she looks at me contemptuously, sends flowers every day and then hopes I'll see her?" bella asked, but now with a soft voice.

Making Fhia immediately turn her head towards him and immediately hug Bella tightly.

"That's why I want to choose a job that suits you, not like it used to be" Fhia said.

Yes, Fhia did start choosing and sorting out the jobs that Bella would do. Do not accept if the clothes that Bella will wear are open clothes.

"Don't think badly about the status of the widow, show that you are strong and can be" Fhia said.

While Bella just hugged Fhia tightly, until she subconsciously dropped the bouquet of flowers on the floor.

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Edward: Does he like flowers?

Jo: I don't think so, sir, I think Miss Bella is feeling uncomfortable.

Edward: Why is that?!

Jo: I think Miss Bella thinks you're a stalker.

Edward, scratching his head in frustration. An amateur who is beginning to fall in love.