The crowd was amazed.
The supposedly rich man was actually so penniless that he could not afford to pay for the one white rose that he just gave to his lover.
An evil smirk hushed across Lucien's face. He played with the thought of leaving Ronan there and just walking away with the rose.
Just what would Ronan do then?
Then again Ronan was still Ronan. He did not mind taking money from others.
The elder woman, whose heart was on the brink of breaking, quickly took out a five-dollar note and pressed it into the flower-selling girl's hand.
"Here, take it! I am so touched by their beautiful love story. Don't ruin it for me!"
Ronan sighed dramatically.
"Ma'am, thank you very much for your..."
Before Ronan even ended his sentence, another hand shot out and pressed another five-dollar bill into the flower-selling girl's hand.
