"Don't your hands get tired? You keep holding the bouquet."
Ruediger's teasing tone lured giggles out of Lariette's lips. Tearing her eyes away from the tulip bouquet to the driving seat, her gaze fell on the relaxed posture of the man driving.
"Did Maddie tell you about my favorite flowers?" Lariette arched her brows, wondering about the answer, "I love tulips. Hehe, they're so adorable."
Both Madeline and Damien knew which flowers Lariette favored the most. Unlike her friend who cared for her preference, the cheating scumbag never paid attention to it.
During the rare few times Damien got Lariette flowers, all of them were red roses. At first, she assumed it was because the meaning behind them but, she eventually learned it was because Damien didn't care.
He had never cared about her hobbies and interests.
