Chapter Three Hundred-Forty – Quincy
Laurel glared at the culprit who suddenly barged into her life and made her question and regret every minute! What did he mean by she should take care of him?
How did he relate to her exactly and what good will he bring to her? And how dare he chain her in a cage?
"Atrocious!" She slammed her leg at his stomach with great force. "How dare you frustrate me!"
His eyes shot open and he coughed out, he groaned in pain and she left him writhing and rolling on the ground.
"Now, get up and remove this barrier before I—"
She remembered something she read in the letter, but didn't look carefully. Afficus had mentioned 'if the little flower is bloomed, you can have him as a suitable son'.
Didn't that flower mean her? And suitable son? "That's a marriage, wasn't it?" she had over looked it as a Afficus speaking of flowers but it might not be the case.
