Chapter 604
Mission To Remarry
When it was time to get off work in the evening, Cayden breathed a sigh of relief for having survived until then.
Just as he had expected, Lucian was in a grouchy mood for the rest of the afternoon after receiving the bouquet of flowers.
Having served Lucian for a long time, Cayden knew how to navigate his way around and avoid getting on Lucianâs nerves. Nonetheless, it didnât stop Lucian from scowling at him.
Unfortunately, the same couldnât be said of the senior management who went into his office to make their reports. All of them ended up receiving a piece of his mind.
By the time they came out, their faces had lost all color.
Just when Cayden expected to stay back for work, he was surprised when Lucian didnât need him to.
âPlease help me pick Essie up,â Lucian instructed before he left.
Only when he saw Lucian enter the elevator did Cayden regain his senses and grunted in acknowledgment.
Why isnât he picking her up since heâs leaving work early?
After pondering for a moment, Cayden snuck a peek inside Lucianâs office and saw that the bouquet of flowers he had brought inside earlier was left untouched.
I guess the reason why Mr. Farwell isnât picking Ms. Estella up has something to do with the flowers.
After leaving the office, Lucian drove straight to Queen Group.
Since Jonathan was the one who came up with the idea, Lucian naturally wanted to clarify the problem he was facing with the former.
At Queen Group, Jonathan had just finished for the day and was preparing to drive home.
Therefore, he was surprised to see a familiar Jeep Cherokee parked outside his company the moment he stepped out.
If Iâm not wrong, thatâs one of Lucianâs rides. What is he doing here at this hour?
Curious, Jonathan approached the car and knocked on the window.
As the window gradually wound down, it revealed Lucianâs gloomy expression.
Jonathanâs heart sank when he saw his friendâs face. âLucian, what areââ
With furrowed brows, Lucian remarked, âGet in. Letâs go get a drink.â
Jonathan was baffled by the invitation.
In two short days, Lucian invited me out to drink twice, which has never happened before. Unless, of course, heâs having problems with Roxanne again.
As the realization dawned upon him, Jonathan joined Lucian in the car without another word.
The moment he settled down, their car sped off, its inertia almost causing him to sprain his back.
âWhat happened today? Didnât I already give you an idea? How did you end up quarreling again?â
Jonathan asked while putting on his seatbelt.
The mere mention of the matter infuriated Lucian, who replied in a frosty voice, âI followed your instructions, and it was useless.â
Hearing that, Jonathan scrunched his brows. âIt shouldnât be that wayâ¦â
Frieda never fails to smile every time she receives roses. Even if Roxanne doesnât accept him, Iâm sure she would at least be warmed by his gesture. Unless... sheâs somehow different from other women?
âWhen you sent her the flowers, did you write your confession on a card and tag it along?â Jonathan inquired while racking his brains.
Lucianâs expression was just as grim. âI did. In fact, I even wrote the card myself.â
Knitting his brows slightly, Jonathan lamented, âThe more the reason for it not to fail!â
Based on his understanding, the cards that accompanied generic bouquets were usually written by the florist.
Now that Lucian had written one personally, Roxanne, even if her heart was made of stone, should definitely be moved. Is there something wrong with what Lucian wrote?