By the time she re-entered his office to deliver some documents, he had already gotten up from the sofa and resumed his place at the desk. He was still wearing the same disheveled clothes from before. She knew he had several sets of clean clothes in the lounge behind him, but he hadn't changed, a constant reminder of last night's scandal with the singer.
Though she tried to appear indifferent, it was impossible for her to remain unaffected inside. This was the man she had loved since she was eighteen. Especially when, after taking the documents she handed him, he nonchalantly gave her a note without even looking up and ordered,
"Order a bouquet of flowers and send it to this address!"
She took the note, which was the address of the singer's company.
There was probably nothing more sorrowful than delivering flowers to another woman on behalf of the man she loved. Yet, she had no choice but to accept it, her heart feeling empty as she walked out.
