Upon entering the house, a few maids brought tea and snacks.


    Nathan sat down and chatted with Florence for a while. But his mind


    wandered and he found his gaze drifting toward the front door.


    Florence soon noticed hisck of focus. “Nate, what’s wrong? Are your men still waiting outside?”


    “No, they’ve gone back to rest.” Nathan snapped back to reality and took a sip of tea.


    A pleasant fragrance filled the air. Nathan pursed his lips and paused.


    Florence smiled. “Do you like it? Suzanne was the one who chose the tea, It’s a good tea. Also, it’s not


    easy to prepare this tea. Suzanne says the water temperature shouldn’t be too high as a higher


    temperature will make it bitter.”


    Just hearing Suzanne’s name made Nathan’s heart skip a beat. He gently ced the cup down and


    cleared his throat. “Seems like you’re getting along well.”


    Florence sighed. “That girl is quite simple-minded. She’s soft and


    gentle in character, and she can do anything she sets her mind on. I sometimes wonder how an


    intelligent yet innocent girl like her has such an unsightly past.”


    Nathan didn’t want to dwell on her past. He hummed. “What is she doing now?”


    Florence said, “She went to trim the flowers. The flowers in the


    greenhouse are blooming splendidly, and I thought of cing some in the living room.”


    Nathan finished his tea and stood up. “I’ll help with the trimming.”


    Florence was stunned. “What?”


    But before Florence could register the situation, Nathan had already


    left.


    Florence leaned on the couch and watched as Nathan hurried away. She thought her ears were ying


    tricks on her. He’s going to trim the flowers?


    Her son was a typical tough guy. He had never been one for gardening. In the past, he had even killed


    her flowers just by attempting to water them..


    But now he was volunteering to help trim the flowers? Was he bored at work? Was that why he had


    resorted to gardening to pass the time?


    In the greenhouse, sunlight filtered through the ss roof, casting its glow upon every flower. The room


    was filled with the overwhelming fragrance of flowers.


    There was a small table, a few chairs, and arge umbre in a


    shaded corner.


    Suzanne sat under the umbre, and on the table were many freshly cut flowers. She carefully pruned


    the branches and leaves before arranging them in a vase.


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    She suddenly heard footsteps approaching her.


    Suzanne looked up and her heart dropped. She immediately jumped out of her seat nervously.


    Nathan walked in, his gaze sweeping over the flowers in the greenhouse. However, he deliberately


    avoided looking at Suzanne.


    “Do you need anything, General Morrison?” Suzanne asked cautiously.


    Nathan walked over and inspected the fresh flowers. He poked them with a finger. “Mom told me to


    bring some flowers back.”


    Suzanne hurriedly sat down and sped up her trimming. “Please give me a moment. I’m almost done.”


    While Suzanne was working, Nathan finally shifted his gaze to her.


    Did Suzanne grow thinner after just ten days apart? Was she not eating well at the Morrison


    Residence? Was she being mistreated?


    Nathan took the seat opposite her and leaned back casually. He


    ced his hand on the fresh flowers.


    Suzanne was startled and quickly pulled his hand away. “Don’t crush


    the flowers.”


    Nathan seized the opportunity and grabbed her hand.


    Suzanne was startled and quickly pulled her hand back. But the man was much stronger than her and


    wouldn’t let go.


    Nathan studied Suzanne’s palm with a frown. The wound hadpletely healed, leaving only a faint


    scar behind.


    Suzanne’s heart raced and her breathing grew erratic. “General Morrison, you-”


    Nathan coldly interrupted her, “Isn’t using my full name formal enough? Why are you calling me by title


    now? Are you deadset on divorcing me?”