Chapter 1131

Chapter 1131:

“You guys won’t believe this—Milly just came to my shop to buy flowers! She had a mask and hat on, but her eyes were absolutely mesmerizing. I didn’t realize it was her until she left, and now I’m kicking myself!”

To prove her claim, she attached a side-profile photo of Milly from the shop’s security footage. The fan community immediately erupted with comments.

“OMG, you’re so lucky! I wish I owned the flower shop!”

“Even her silhouette is stunning. She’s the epitome of elegance!”

“Why didn’t you ask for an autograph? Such a missed chance!”

The shop owner enthusiastically replied to as many comments as she could, her excitement growing by the second. Then, one comment caught her eye.

“Why do you think Milly was buying flowers? White lychee roses, no less—could she be in love?”

This simple question set off a flurry of responses.

“Impossible! Milly’s schedule is insane. She doesn’t have time for love!”

“She probably just likes flowers. Don’t start baseless rumors.”

Before the flower shop owner could respond to the flood of comments, the conversation had already shifted, burying the earlier speculation. She held her phone tightly with both hands, hesitating.

Milly had mentioned the flowers were for someone who was feeling down, so they clearly weren’t for herself. The shop owner remembered describing the meaning of different flowers to Milly, expecting her to choose cheerful sunflowers. But Milly had chosen roses instead—delicate, romantic roses. Could she really be in love?

The thought startled her. If it were true, who could Milly’s love possibly be?

Lately, rumors online had been buzzing about a potential romance between Milly and Watkins. Fans were speculating that their on-screen chemistry might have carried over into real life. It wasn’t entirely impossible.

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Meanwhile, Milly was completely unaware of the chatter her flower purchase had stirred among her fans. As she drove, her eyes flicked toward the bouquet resting on the passenger seat.

The roses were vibrant, their soft fragrance filling the car. The more she looked at them, the more she felt their color perfectly suited Howard’s calm and composed personality.

A faint smile touched her lips. She hoped the flowers would lift Howard’s spirits, just as the director had suggested.

The car rolled into Johns Manor, its tires crunching softly against the gravel.

Milly stepped out, the bouquet cradled carefully in her hands, and began walking toward Howard’s villa.

The lush green grass framed a winding stone path, its charm almost poetic.

Milly, dressed in a sharp khaki suit with her hair tied up high, walked with natural elegance. Her long, straight legs were accentuated by black boots, and her confident strides exuded effortless style.

Her radiant, captivating appearance didn’t go unnoticed. The passing servants couldn’t help but pause, their eyes drawn to her.

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