My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos)

Chapter 1193

Rachel didn't answer his question as she had no idea what she would do then either.

She turned around and sat down against the wall.

"| got a call from home this afternoon."

Eddison was startled for a moment as he asked, "Is it from Rosaville City?"

She nodded and said, "Mom said that Dad is ignoring her again."

He frowned and sat down beside her.

"She cried bitterly and kept asking me why Dad was unwilling to lead a peaceful life with her despite her efforts." Eddison had no idea how to console her.

"Maybe they're just not meant to be together?”

"Then, why would they get married in the first place? Is it also because of the responsibility they had to bear? What about now? Do they no longer have to bear any responsibilities now?"

"| don't know either.”

Rachel gave him a wry smile and said, "Forget it. It seems that I'm being unreasonable. I'm just disappointed. | imagined the world to be a beautiful place, but reality is cruel."

He suddenly understood, "I get it." "You."

"You're afraid that we'll repeat the mistakes made by your parents. That's why you're distancing yourself from me all of a sudden, right?"

What he said might be one of the reasons.

Rachel nodded, "I just don't want to end up like Mom in the future. If the results can be predicted now, why do we still have to start this relationship?"

Eddison pursed his lips, insisting, "No, you won't end up like her! I'll prove that we will have a different future." "| hope so," said Rachel while smiling bitterly. Meanwhile, Naomi was staying in her office in Greene City.

Naomi had said that she wouldn't go to the event with Sharon and Emma, but nonetheless, she was not in the mood to do anything in the company at all. All that ran through her mind the entire day was the design competition.

The secretary knocked on the door and came in from the outside.

“Miss George, there's a gift for you."

Naomi was curious, "A gift?"

The secretary took out a bouquet of flowers from behind her as if she was performing a magic trick, replying, "Yes!" "Aman sent it here."Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

They were red roses.

Naomi stretched her hand out and took out the card buried among the red roses. Then, she took a look at it. There was nothing written in it except for a hand drawn smiley face.

Needless to say, it was from Nelson.

Naomi knitted her brows and pushed the flowers to the secretary. "You can have them."

The secretary was mystified, "This is for you, though.”

“If you don't want it, just throw it away."

"That'll be a pity. I'll take it! I'm going to put it on my desk."

After the secretary finished speaking, she left happily with the flowers in her arms. Naomi closed her eyes and thought about it for a moment before she called Nelson.

As soon as the call got through, she heard Nelson's voice.

He asked, "Have you received the flowers? Do you like them?" Naomi snapped at him, "That's enough!"

Her tone was indignant.

"| think I've made it clear to you that we no longer have anything to do with each other. I've forgotten all the previous events that have happened. There is no love nor hatred between us anymore. Please stop disturbing me!"

Nelson was unfazed by her words as he replied, "I've also forgotten about the past as I'm going to have a brand-new start and get to know you all over again. Hello, my name is Nelson Luther."

"| don't want to know you."

"You can respond in any way, but you can't stop me from being nice to you. It's not just today nor the day after tomorrow. In the future, | will still-"

Naomi rejoined, "I'll throw all of them away!"

"Once they're delivered to you, they're yours. You can do whatever you want with them." Naomi was at a loss for words.

She had no idea what to do.

Meanwhile, in the Olsen Group, Aaron was sweating profusely, considering whether to inform Culver of the news he had just received.

If he told him about it, Culver would be infuriated and dock his salary.

If he didn't, terrible things might happen when Culver found out about it eventually.

After thinking about it over and over again, he resolved to inform Culver.

A deduction in salary seemed more acceptable to him compared to the unknown ‘terrible things’. Thinking of that, Aaron took a deep breath and pushed the office door open.

"Mr. Olsen, | just received news about Miss George.”

Culver had been reading some documents. Upon hearing that, he paused and leaned back in his seat, not saying whether he wanted to hear it or not.

Fortunately, Aaron had already understood his reticent personality. He knew that Culver was interested in listening to the news, but he didn't want to say it out loud.

Feeling at ease, he told Culver what had happened. He tried his best to make it sound as pleasing to the ear as he could. “At lunchtime just now, a bouquet of flowers was delivered to Miss George's company.” Culver opened his eyes in an instant when he heard that.

"Was it from Nelson?"

Aaron was shocked by his ability to guess things right with only one try.

"Yes!"

Then, Culver closed his eyes, contemplating.

Aaron was puzzled. He was uncertain whether Culver was angry or not.

He was unsure what to do.

Just when he was pondering about his behavior, Culver opened his mouth.

He asked, "How far is the nearest florist shop from here?"

Aaron was astonished.

He had no idea about that, since it was rare for Culver to want to send flowers.

"Did you hear me?"

"I'll find out right away!"

Culver snorted, "I want nine hundred and ninety-nine roses to be sent to her company in an hour!" Upon hearing that, Aaron stared at Culver, jaw slack.

He couldn't believe his ears.

It was the first time that Culver wanted to give flowers to a girl, and on top of that, he was going to buy nine hundred and ninety- nine of them.

"Mr. Olsen, pardon me?"

“Hmm, didn't you hear me?" asked Culver while shooting a withering glance at Aaron. Consequently, Aaron quickly fled from his Office.

An hour had passed. The secretary went into Naomi's office again. This time, her pace was fast, and she was panting. "Miss George, there are...outside..."

"What's happening outside? Have the results of the competition been announced?’ At first, she tho gaithe news wa about che Semnpetition, but on deed thought, she realized that it was impossible as she was watching the live broadcast. If the results had come out, she should have seen it through the broadcast. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

"There are so many...outside..." Naomi was so anxious that she personally went out to check out the situation.

As soon as she walked out of the door, a sea of red roses came to her sight. There were dozens of men in suits holding those flowers in their hands.

Seeing Naomi come out, all of them moved towards her. “Are you Miss George?"

Naomi nodded subconsciously. After that, one of those men took the lead and bowed to her, bringing the flowers in his hands to Naomi.

"These flowers are for you. Please sign this."

Naomi was dumbfounded, "For me? Who's the one buying them?" "I'm sorry, but | can't tell you."

"Is it from Mr. Luther?”

Nelson had just bought flowers for her not long ago. Hence, she thought he was doing it again. The man was staggered when he heard her guess.

Culver hadn't told them whether they could reveal his identity or not, thus they kept quiet about it. Howeveriat understood who the sender was, so wouldn't it put Culver at a disadvantage if they continued to conceal his identity from her? Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

After thinking about it for a while, the man disclosed the sender to her. "It's from Mr. Olsen, Culver Olsen."

When he finished speaking, the whole room was in uproar.

"What? Culver Olsen? Are we thinking about the same person?"

"That's for sure! He's the only one in Greene City who can aed to. beldd eraus, i MniOlSeh pursuing Miss orge? Oh my goodness, I'm so envious of her!" Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

"Quit dreaming, he's totally out of your league! Only Miss George will make a good match for him."

Naomi's mind was fuddled by the tumult from the exclaiming crowd.