The Billionaire’s Unexpected Treasure

“Clayton, I’m sorry, I’m in trouble again, aren’t I? I don’t know why I was impulsive, but the thought that I would lose you terrified me.”

Blair walked quickly behind Clayton, hugging him from behind with her slender arms, her voice delicate and tinged with sadness.

Clayton had anger pent up in his heart, but when he heard Blair say that, he couldn’t bear to scold her again.

“Blair, I hope this is the last time, Flora is still my wife for now.”

Clayton warned, he had heard their conversation, and he was very surprised that Blair would turn out like this, but … too much guilt in his heart still made him choose to believe her words in the end.

“I know, Clayton, as long as you do not leave me, will listen to you in everything.”

Blair hurriedly nodded his head to assure, but what Clayton could not see was the teary eyes that radiated a poisonous glow.

Clayton could no longer care if what Blair said was true, he just hoped that Blair had better not let him down after all.

“Cousin, we’re packed.”

When Zoey helped Flora out, she just happened to bump into the image of Blair hugging Clayton, and she couldn’t help but gouge out Blair with a fierce eye.

Flora eyes simply swept the two of them, she gently patted Zoey’s hand, signaling her to help herself out.

“Flora, should I give you a good scolding, that is the man you suffer a hundred tortures love, you just give it away?”

Zoey said with hatred, she couldn’t help but be a little angry at Flora, she went to such great lengths to help her, and what happened?

She was really going to be angry with Flora.

“Or what? Let me Clayton side, to force him to ask who in the end choose, if really, the final embarrassment will be who ah?”

Clayton’s feelings for Blair she knew by heart, she could no longer afford to be humble and ingratiating.

Clayton brought her those seemingly warm feelings, she only think of it as a dream.

“But …” Zoey said reluctantly, looking at Flora’s face as if she didn’t care, she could only keep all her grievances inside.

Zoey personally drove Flora, and behind them Blair naturally got into Clayton’s car.

Zoey did not stay at Clayton’s villa, Zoey’s dad had arranged a blind date for her, she had to from, so Zoey dropped Flora off at the villa, then took the car back to her home.

“You take good care of yourself while I’m gone, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Zoey instructed uneasily.

“Don’t worry, so many days running back and forth to take care of me you have also worked hard.”

Flora’s hand said with slight shame, she now villa door for a long time, until watched Zoey’s car disappeared.

Flora turned around and looked behind her as if it was a prison full of oppressive house, she could not help but lament, round and round or to come back here.

Flora resumed her steps and was about to head in to the villa when she saw that Clayton’s car had also driven back.

“Miss Wood,” Tobby hurried out of the cottage after hearing the commotion, and just happened to throw Flora at the door. He took a look at Flora’s arm, “Is the injury on Miss Wood’s arm better?”

Tobby asked respectfully.

“Much better, thanks Tobby.”

Flora nodded slightly, a polite smile lifting the corners of her mouth as her things were brought into the room by the maid who had come out.

Just as Tobby continued to greet the people behind her, Flora didn’t even look at her and leapt straight across the house to the garden at the back of the villa.

“Sir, Miss Symon should come inside first.” Tobby said respectfully.

Clayton did not understand what was wrong with Flora, he looked at Flora’s figure with a deep frown, and finally accompanied Blair into the room first.

After all, Blair is still injured, and Flora that slap is not light.

It was summer, the garden roses blooming very well, Flora leisurely sitting on the swing, her arms still can not move, only obediently sitting on it did not dare to shake.

The scent of roses is very nice, she gently closed her eyes, quietly feel the fragrance of flowers around themselves, quiet feeling of people very comfortable.

Flora originally did not like roses, she has always felt that roses are too dazzling red, so there has been no good feeling about roses.

Until one day, Clayton came back from outside drunk and dragged her to death. When she woke up the next day, there was a rose pressed under her hand, and Flora knew it was on Clayton’s chest.

She deceives herself and treats it as a gift from Clayton, and happily puts it in a jar and keeps it carefully.

But the flower will one day give up, just like Clayton to her, will never have any feelings.

Flora didn’t believe it, so she planted roses in her back garden, and she planted them again after Clayton plucked them for her, until Clayton was so disgusted that he wouldn’t care about her anymore.

So for many years, in addition to going to work at the magazine, she took care of these flowers, cold in winter and summer, never stopping.

She always believed that as long as the flowers were blooming, she could eventually wait for Clayton’s love.

Flora slowly opened her eyes, a breeze blew the petals off the flowers and landed right on Flora’s hand.

“Come inside, it’s hot out, and you’re still hurt.”

A shadow will Flora completely enveloped, Flora can not help but look up, Clayton back sunlight now in front of her, tall figure mysterious and unpredictable, so that people can never guess what he is thinking.

Flora looked at the figure with fascination, can gentle Clayton never only in her dreams, “I’m not hot.”

Flora came back to her senses and replied in a cold voice.

She got up and leaped over Clayton and walked straight into the flowers.

What was a little sun when she had sweated more than she did now to take care of the flowers.

“Are you resenting me?” Clayton followed her, fearing that she might have something to lose.

“Mr Ward is overthinking it.”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Flora cut a flower with scissors, her eyes fixed on the thorns on the branch.

But Clayton was angered by Flora’s midcold attitude, and he swept his foot across a bush, sending large swathes of petals falling to the ground, then flying off alone with the wind into the distant mud.

“What the hell do you want me to do Flora, I’ve been very patient with you.”

Clayton growled, it was clear that they were still so close that night, but it was only two days ago that she was as cold to herself as before.

Clayton’s psychological quality is strong, she can not resist her repeated torture.

Flora can’t help but to hook up a cold smile, her eyes are still fixed on the sharp thorns on the flower branches.

She slowly walked to Clayton’s side and handed the thorny flower branch to Clayton.

“Does Mr Ward think the flowers are beautiful? But then the beautiful things need some sharp objects to protect themselves, but once those sharp thorns are pulled out little by little, what is left of it?”

Flora said, already taking out scissors and cutting all the thorns off that rose.

She gave Clayton a look, put down the scissors in her hand and left.

Clayton stood in the sunlight for a long time, his gaze fixed on the rose, the bewitching petals red hot, but also cold to avoid, like Flora.