BookToReadChapter 427 "They're staying at that hotel too-it's the official venue for the conference. If you're uncomfortable, I can talk to the front desk and see if we can switch somewhere else." Alexander was always mindful of Elodie's feelings. He'd hoped this trip would be a chance for them to relax and have sfun.
"No need," Elodie said, shaking her head. "It's got nothing to do with me. We'll have our own space, and as long as our doors are closed, it doesn't matter what anyone else does." As soon as she finished speaking, Jarrod and his group sat down at a table not far away.
There was an invisible but unmistakable line drawn between the two parties.
They had barely settled in when a little girl with neatly braided hair appeared, clutching a bouquet of freshly trimmed roses. She approached Jarrod shyly, drawn to him, and pulled out a single rose to offer him. "Mister, would you like to give this flower to the lady?" Jarrod glanced down at the little girl.
Sylvie, sitting beside him, couldn't help but laugh and asked, "Why's that?" The girl was of mixed heritage, her skin a shade darker than the average white child.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt Sylvie's question, she looked up at Jarrod, earnest and serious. "Aren't you two boyfriend and girlfriend? A gentleman should always give beautiful flowers to a lady." Sylvie was instantly charmed by the little girl's sweet manners. She accepted the rose and turned to Jarrod, who sat across from her with his usual quiet dignity. "Well, Jarrod, do you like it?" The little girl looked at Jarrod with expectant, hopeful eyes. He straightened up, reached for his wallet, and placed a generous bill into her palm. "I'll buy the entire bouquet," he said kindly. "But we can't take all of them, so why don't you share the rest with other people you like?" Delighted, the girl thanked him over and over, her face beaming as she darted from table to table, handing out roses.
Unsurprisingly, she collected a string of grateful smiles and enthusiastic thanks.
Eventually, a single rose found its way to Elodie's table. The girl placed it gently beside her and whispered, "Miss, that gentleman wanted you to have this." Elodie paused, her cup of coffee halfway to her lips.
She glanced instinctively across the room.
As if sensing her gaze, Jarrod looked up at that exact moment.
Their eyes met unexpectedly.
Elodie frowned and looked away, casting a sidelong glance at the rose-but she left it untouched.
Sylvie noticed the exchange but didn't mind. After all, Jarrod had bought the flowers for her, and if Elodig ended up with a rose as well, it was just a bit of harmless good fortune.
To Elodie, she was no different from any other diner who'd received a flower that evening.
Elodie paid no further attention to the rose.
Alexander, however, couldn't help but chuckle. As the little girl was about to leave, he called her over and handed her two more bills. "Got any left? I want to buy the biggest, prettiest bunch for this lovely lady right here." The girl, caught off guard by her luck, nodded enthusiastically and hurried off to gather more flowers.
Alexander deposited the entire bouquet on the chair beside Elodie. "They're all yours. Who says one rose is anything to brag about?" Elodie stared at him, momentarily speechless.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSeriously, how old are you? she thought. Still acting like a child.
Just then, their dinner arrived, and Elodie's phone buzzed with a call on WhatsApp.
To her surprise, it was Watts calling-despite the late hour in Eldermere, it must be past midnight there. Worried it might be urgent, she answered.
"Mr. Aldridge?"
Watts had just finished a late-night was finally work session and was finally home. He chuckled at the sound of her voice. "You're in New York? I saw your update." Elodie nodded. "Yes, I'm here for a conference." "The BBR International Symposium? I was invited too, but I had urgent
business ss and couldn't make it. I know New York pretty well, though. If you're staying a few extra days, I can recommend sgreat places to visit-and if you'd like, a friend of mine could show you around." Watts was patient and direct, his easygoing nature a little disarming.
Elodie hesitated. "Is that all you called to say, Mr. Aldridge?"
"If you don't mind," he said, "I could be your personal tour guide—even from The content is on across the ocean novelenglish.net! Alexander, picking up on the odd tone of the conversation, looked up in surprise.
Elodie's suspicion grew. "Mr. Aldridge, what's this really about?" Watts rubbed his phone, almost able to picture the look on her face.
"Sorry," he said, his voice warm with a smile. “I'm calling because I'm interested in you."
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