Inside Primrose Flower Shop.
As Caroline Edwin stepped into the flower shop, the rich floral scent that greeted her instantly swept away any fatigue she felt.
Before her was a man sitting on a table, with a book in his hand and an already cold cup of coffee beside him.
It appeared that he had been sitting there for quite a while, having read about a fifth of the book in his hand.
The flower shop was quiet, with just an occasional breeze blowing in, ringing the wind chimes hanging on the door. The perfect fresh ambiance lifted one's spirits.
As if sensing her arrival, Jerel Edwin gently put down the book and looked up towards the entrance.
His face was elegant and untainted, like he was free from mundane concerns. His aura was gentle yet distant, making Wendy Gilian, the female shop owner, admire him from afar but not daring to strike up a conversation with him.
"You're here."
Jerel's gaze was filled with coldness.
