The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
NON POSSO VIVERE SENZA ON TE Part 28. A Tulip Bouquet's.
Loose weekends, some people enjoy autumn with us, these yellowing and flushed leaves are romantic too. While there was a patch of sunflowers not too far from my office building, it had withered and the seeds were ready to be picked... Some guests who just saw the sunflower harvest look enthusiastic trying to help our harvest with their children...
Many of our guests are family and I always tell our employees to treat guests as family, which is why they always come back to us, sometimes through generations, from my father, from my father, then they brought their children here...
They're like they're learning a lot of things here, but seeing those kids I dream of my own son, when I can teach him like my Dad and my mom hold my hand and show me the world.
My heart is as sad as this autumn full of yellowing leaves. I saw the sights
Suddenly in front of my eyes was a bouquet of colorful tulips, making me flinch and look to the side. Fabian came over this weekend, and he brought me a bouquet of flowers?
“This is for what..” I accepted it with a big smile, but immediately asked why she had brought me flowers.
“For you... for whom else.” Don Juan was a flirt, he must have had his reasons for bringing me flowers. But look at her, with just that long-sleeved shirt she looks so charming.
“Why did you bring me flowers?” I examined his face.
“Why should you ask why?”
“Males like you have a reason in every action.” I grimaced wide.
“Alright, thank you Fabian. It's very pretty,..” I took her straight to the office, found a fitting vase. These tulips look so pretty. He smiled hearing me thank him while I admired the tulip.
“It's noon, have you eaten? It's almost two o'clock, go to the restaurant.”.
“Later tonight, you want to have dinner with me.” He approached me, I looked at him.
“No. I have to go to an event.” Now I'm determined to avoid it. My show is going to the supermarket with Mom, but I don't care, I can't fall in love with her. There's nothing good about falling in love with her. Like these tulips were originally so beautiful, I ended up having to throw them in the trash. A pity...
“Monica,..” He called my name, made me see it...
“What?”
“You hate me?” Now I'm furrowing my eyebrows. Why should I hate him?
“No, why do you think so... You didn't do anything wrong to me.” He was silent to hear my response. Don Juan why? Doesn't he have no feelings? Why does he care what I feel now. “ Like you said, we're just friends. I left you okay. I want to check something out, the people here already know you're their boss. Ask them for any help.”
I immediately left in front of him. More precisely run, this weekend I don't want to fall into his arms. Not for the sake of any tulip or any bouquet of roses in the world.
But it's sweet..is he the one who felt guilty taking me to his bed yesterday? Don Juan can feel guilty too? Well, it's an oddity or I'm tasting it too badly. Or is that just my guess?