Chapter 327
Chapter 327:
When I stepped into the studio, Craig rushed over with a grin. “A bouquet for our resident beauty, sent by the one and only T. M.,” he murmured, holding out a lavish bundle of red roses.
I pursed my lips and only took the card, heading straight for my desk. Craig stayed there, bewildered, still holding the bouquet as he hovered in the doorway.
“Why the long face, gorgeous?” he asked, but I was already absorbed in the message printed on the small card.
“I hope your day starts with a smile. Have a wonderful day, beautiful,” I read.
“Maybe we should open a flower shop, Craig. With all these deliveries, we’d have plenty of inventory p>
He blinked at me. “Are you serious p>
I shot him a playful look, and I couldn’t help smiling.
He rolled his eyes at my nonsense. “Sophia, do you have any idea who’s behind all these flowers?” he asked, nodding toward the growing collection on the counter beside my desk.
For almost two weeks, fresh bouquets had been arriving every day, each one marked with the same mysterious initials: T. M.
“I even asked our students if any of them had those initials, but I found nothing. No one matches p>
𝗤𝘶𝖺𝗹𝘪t𝗒 𝗍𝘳а𝗻𝘀𝗅а𝘵𝗶o𝗇𝗌 𝗼ո
“You actually asked our students about that?” I lifted my brows, surprised.
He gave me a mischievous grin. “Of course. I’m just as curious as you are about your secret admirer p>
I glanced back at the latest card, reading the message again, trying to find a clue.
Changing the subject, Craig asked, “So? Any news with your search for Layla p>
I let out a sigh and told him everything that had happened that morning—the uncomfortable encounter with Félix at the restaurant, and Daniel’s strange mood shift the moment he heard the name.
When I finished, I noticed Craig trying to hide a smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, genuinely confused.
He gave me a knowing look. “Don’t you think your husband is jealous p>
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t start that again p>
“Oh, come on, Sophia. I remember exactly how he looked at you at his parents’ party—not to mention how he acted at the hospital when you were holding Rian’s baby p>
“Craig, he was surrounded by family and friends. Of course he had to play the role of the devoted husband. It’s all just for appearances,” I insisted, hoping he’d drop it, but he leaned in, still unconvinced.
“Then when he kissed you right in front of his parents, you’re telling me that was all an act too p>
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. He wanted everyone to believe we’re a happy couple. You saw it yourself—he only does it when there’s an audience p>
“That night, I saw more than one kiss, Sophia. He looked like he couldn’t keep his hands off you p>
I rolled my eyes and laughed. “You’re imagining things, Craig. He only kissed me twice. You probably drank too much and lost count p>
“Oh, yeah? Then explain how he was looking at you when you had Jona in your arms. Are you going to say that was for appearances too p>