Enna Clark was holding a large bouquet of roses in her arms. In addition to more than ten roses in different colors, there was also a complete bouquet of red roses, fresh and vibrant.
Bobby stared at the beautiful bouquet as if he was looking at a sworn enemy, his eyes widened. A trace of displeasure flashed through eyes that were exactly like someone else's.
The feeling of a cat scratching at his chest grew stronger. Unusually, he didn't respond to Enna Clark, instead pretending not to know anything and pointed at the flowers in her arms, saying, "Woman, why did you buy so many flowers? Since when did you like roses? Don't you like Gypsophila?"
He used to scoff at Gypsophila, such unremarkable little flowers, but now he decided he hated roses the most!
They're too gaudy!
Especially the bouquet in his woman's arms, the gaudiest!
