(Serena's POV).
Meeting him really made me think about him. Not only that, he always tried to contact me, whether it was through messages, phone calls—which I wouldn't be surprised if he ended up knowing my number without asking me directly—or even sending flowers to my boutique store without hesitating to write his name as 'ex-husband who wants you back.'
Then today, I received another shipment of flowers. He knew I've loved flowers for a long time, especially since I put a lot of live flowers around my boutique.
This time, there were 10 roses, and he always wrote the meanings of the flowers he sent, but more precisely, he made the meanings himself as a form of him wanting me.
"I dedicate these 10 roses just for you. I've never been like this to another woman, and I swear, without getting tired, I'll keep sending you flowers until you love me back. Or, have these 10 roses already made you fall in love with me again? Because if so, you must be smiling after receiving these."
And damn it, I really did smile. I even smiled without realizing it every time I received his sweet words.
Honestly, I've never seen him this crazy with a woman. Even back when he was with his ex-girlfriend—which eventually led to us parting ways as well, he was never like this. Because the Evan I knew was a man who was so cold and couldn't do romantic things like a typical romantic man.
I put the rose on the table, put it in a big vase, and gave it some water to keep it alive.
I sighed as I looked at the rows and rows of roses that Evan always sent me, looking fresh and especially since I really took care of them and arranged them on the desk in my boutique office.
"He's crazy," I said with a sigh.
I then looked at my watch after that and grabbed my bag because it was time for me to pick up Gracie for lunch.
"Oh my God!" I shouted to my surprise, when I walked out of the room, Evan was outside with his hands in his pants pockets.
He was expressionless and my heart was pounding with both surprise and the fact that I still loved him.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked in an annoyed tone. "And why didn't anyone tell me?!" I looked at all my employees and they were silent, scared.
Evan sighed and said, "Firstly, because I knew you were going to pick up Gracie at daycare to have lunch with her, and secondly, they're not at fault because I told them not to tell you about my presence."
"How did you—" I immediately stopped asking when I realized that Evan would always know what I was doing if he had already started carrying out his plans.
I sighed and started walking ahead of him, trying to ignore him. Then when I went to open my car door, it was locked. I tried to press the button on my car key, but it wouldn't open either.
I finally turned my body around and looked at Evan with the annoyed look I had been giving him. "What the hell are you doing, Evan? This is my car!" I said.
Somehow I already knew that he was the one who had locked my car so that I couldn't open it with my own car keys—and I didn't know how he did it!
"Go with me," he said. "And if you try to use a taxi or call your friends, I'll make them unable to give you a ride."
Suddenly my patience was really tested by him this time. Whereas I used to be so patient for my own good, letting him stay away from me and stay with her girlfriend back then, but now ... it felt like I was getting really annoyed. Could this be the effect of him never considering me in the first place? So now when he chased after me, I immediately felt annoyed?
He opened the car door beside the steering wheel and signaled me to get inside.
I clucked while closing my eyes and finally got into his car, whether I wanted to or not.
I actually didn't want to deal with him anymore because that would make me have deeper feelings for him again. After all, even though all these years until this moment I still loved him, at least not seeing him made me not expect anything. But now, he was making things difficult for me and I knew he was doing it on purpose.
"I think I'll stay here a little longer," he said.
I swallowed and got nervous at the news he told me. I thought he was going to be a big disaster in my and Gracie's life. Especially since he knew who Gracie was now.
"I need to get closer to my daughter," he said.
"I already told her that her father died," I said coldly.
Then Evan clucked. "Tsk! Don't lie. I know what you're doing, Serena. You're not the type of woman to do that to a child, especially to our daughter."
When he mentioned 'our daughter,' it seemed so good to hear, but I really couldn't forget how hurt my heart was back then.
I sighed, staring out the car window, feeling empty. The drive to the daycare really seemed to take forever or was Evan deliberately slowing down so he could chat with me freely?
"Tell me something about her, Serena. About what she likes and doesn't like," he said, looking at me for a second.
I bit my inner lip, weighing up his curiosity about Gracie. I didn't know whether I should tell him or not, because I was still in denial that he wanted me, which meant he loved me in the end, right? Or was I jumping to conclusions too quickly?
"You have no right to know," I said finally.
"Hmm, you're angry with me, right? You want revenge on me through Gracie, right? By separating me from my daughter?"
"I never held a grudge against you, Evan. I just don't understand why you're chasing me and want me back! Because so far I don't know why you want me!" I explained firmly.