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    A flicker of surprise crossed his face.


    The flowers… truly suited her.


    In the past three years, he had followed his grandfather’s instructions for flower-giving. He had always arranged and picked the bouquets from his grandfather’s garden himself.


    He had never given her such exquisite roses before.


    At that moment, an urge surged within him to embrace her.


    “Here are your flowers, miss.”


    After Kristopherpleted the payment, the florist handed over avish bouquet of bright red roses to Belinda with enthusiasm. “Your boyfriend is so good-looking and clearly adores you!”


    Belinda’s face soured at the mention of “boyfriend,” and she quickly corrected, “He’s not my boyfriend.”


    “Oh, then he must be your husband?” the florist ventured, her curiosity piqued.


    The shop was unusually quiet, perhaps prompting the florist to engage more than usual. “I’ve been here for years, watching young couples. They’re all honey and roses before they marry—buying flowers every week. Once they’re married, though, they vanish. It’s as if marriage marks the end of their need to show affection… It’s unusual these days to find a couple like you, keeping the love and ceremony alive even after marriage!”


    Belinda grew increasingly irritated by the florist’s rambling. “We’re divorced,” she interjected sharply.


    Approaching Kristopher, she handed him the roses brusquely. “These are for his new partner. I’m just helping out.”


    With those words, she spun on her heel and strode toward the exit.


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    The florist, taken aback, watched in stunned silence. Kristopher, noting her surprise, offered an apologetic frown before taking the roses and leaving the shop.


    The florist was left gaping.


    In her many years in the business, she had never witnessed such a revtion…


    Unable to resist the urge, she pulled out her phone and stealthily took a photo of the two departing, quickly sharing it on social media with a caption. “Ex-wife and ex-husband shopping for flowers for his current love… My brain just can’t wrap around this—what’s the rtionship here?”


    “Belinda.”


    As he sat in the passenger seat, Kristopher buckled his seatbelt and said in a casual tone, “The florist was just being nice. There was no need to tell her all that.”


    Belinda held the steering wheel firmly, her gaze fixed straight ahead. “I don’t appreciate being misunderstood.”


    Kristopher let out a scornfulugh. “Yet, you didn’t seem to mind when you were misinterpreted with your senior or that college student.” Why was it that when it was her being mistaken for being with him, she feltpelled to rify?


    Why was she so averse to being linked with him?


    Belinda’s expression turned sour. “You’re different from them.”


    “And why is that?”


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