I woke up early the next morning to the sight of fresh flowers filling therge table in my room. The flowers were soft and fresh. They''re beautiful too. Their sweet scents mingled with the morning air filled the room. The sight could have been pleasant. Almost.


    Except that they were funeral flowers.


    The lilies are stunning. Healthy, delicate white petals protruded in the standing bouquet. The roses, although an ominous ck, are lovely too.


    Could I have diedst night without being aware of it? My still sleepy mind thought of such a ridiculous thing. As soon as I pinched my cheeks and felt the pain, I immediately dismissed the idea.


    Who sent the flowers? I asked myself in utter disbelief. But with my memories temporarily gone, no one came to mind.


    Would it be the man—Lucas who sent them?


    It may have been my thoughts of him thatpelled him toe. The door flung open, and he daredevil came inside, fresh from the bath and smoking hot in his suit and tie.


    "What the hell is this?" HIs voice thundered inside the room.


    "They are flowers, I believe." I replied sweetly, remembering how he treated me yesterday and feeling he deserved more than an impolite reply.


    Seeing the funeral flowers back with daggers in his eyes, he growled, "I know what a flower looks like. Who brought them in?" He asked, putting a frown deep into his forehead. There''s no point in messing with him now. Only a fool would taunt him with that expression.


    "I have no idea. They were there when I awoke." My face was thoughtful when I answered.


    Even though he frowned, Lucas cleared the table in a hurry. The first thing he did was remove the bouquet of ck roses and carry them outside. As it turned out, he did not send the funeral flowers after all. I thought to myself as I watched him return inside the room to collect the remaining flowers on the table. If he sent the funeral flowers, he wouldn''t be clearing the table now.


    I felt my heart warm at him for the first time since we met. Having him clear the table for me was much appreciated. Although the flowers were beautiful, their context rattled my nerves. In some way, it felt like someone expected me to expire soon in the afterlife.


    "You may leave the lilies. I think they are beautiful." I told Lucas before he picked the standing bouquet. "They wouldn''t look like funeral flowers without the stand. Put the flowers in the vase, they would look better in it."


    "I thought you didn''t like lilies." He mused, puzzled by my liking for them.


    "I like them." I told him, gesturing to the pure white petals. "Look at them. They are lovely." I added, not paying attention to him now because my gaze was upied with looking for a flower vase I thought I saw inside the room.


    When my gaze scanned the room, I came across the vase in the sink. Despite being pink and in in appearance, the vase wasrge enough to hold the lilies.


    "There''s a vase on the sink." I told him, pointing a finger to its direction. "Will you please fill the vase with water and ce the lilies inside them? I wanted to arrange the flowers myself, but I couldn''t leave the bed." I added with a sigh.


    Lucas stared at me in bewilderment. He appeared ready to say something, but then abruptly changed his mind. As he sighed, he followed my instructions with an obedience I didn''t know he possessed.


    "I''m going to bete for work." He grumbled, moving swiftly to save time. As he emptied the vase of withered flowers, he tossed them in the trash can nearby. Before removing the lilies from the stand, he changed the water in the vase first. Then we went to fill the vase with lilies.


    He tended the lovers carefully, as if he feared breaking the delicate flowers with his strength.


    "Is this alright with you, ma''am?" He asked softly once he finished arranging the flowers. Even if Lucas was irritated, it didn''t show, but I was acute enough to sense it.


    "You did a good job for a beginner." I told him with a smile.


    He grumbled something under his breath before cing the lilies on top of the ss table.


    "Thank you for putting the flowers in the vase." I said thoughtfully, grateful for his effort.


    Without saying a word, he looked up at me with a puzzled expression on his face. He just watched me for what seemed like an eternity before he finally spoke. "Your brain must have suffered massive damage from the ident." He said, more to himself than to me.


    I was shocked by that remark, but before I could say a word, a knock sounded on the door. Soon enough, it opened and a uniformed nurse pushing a food trolley entered inside the room.


    Food! The thought made my mouth water. I suddenly realize I''m starving.


    "Good morning, Mr. Alexander." The nurse turned to Lucas with a smile so bright it overshadowed the morning sunlight streaming in through the open window. She turned to me, her smile gone. "Mrs. Alexander, good morning," she greeted warily, with a bit of hesitation in her tone as if she was afraid I wouldsh at her. Despite that, I greeted her back good morning.


    All I could think about was how grateful I was for the delicious food that would be mine soon.


    A portable table was ced on the bed by the nurse. After that, she moved the food from the trolley to the table. Picking the spoon, I saw Lucas strode to the door. He was leaving for work.


    "Why don''t you eat breakfast before leaving?" I suggested, after taking a sip of soup. The thought of him going to work on an empty stomach worried me.


    "I''m not hungry." Lucas replied without a backward nce.


    "Okay." I replied with a sigh. After a moment of hesitation, I added, "Take care." Then I looked away before he could see the color in my cheeks.


    The door clicked close. He was gone.


    My attention was once more drawn to my hearty breakfast. Eagerly, I started eating.