Chapter 53
Recently, Yuna had unexpectedly piped down and stopped bugging Marguerite, leaving Marguerite with some much-needed peace.
A few days had passed, and Marguerite had gradually gotten used to the swing of things, working alongside Frederick.
As the big cheese of the Winston Group, Frederick was swamped with work.
His plate was full of managing LuxeScents International, not to mention other businesses like real estate, tourism, IT, and machinery.
The more Marguerite got to know Frederick, the more curious she became.
She’s never rubbed shoulders with the filthy rich before, but from TV dramas and novels, she knew that the heirs to conglomerates usually ran the company with their siblings.
But Frederick was a one-man band, whether it’s work or personal life.
She had never seen this man have any contact with his family.
When she had time, she even Googled Frederick, but to no avail.
But one thing surprised her. Since her workspace was moved to the CEO’s office, her relationship with Frederick had slowly but surely gotten better.
Though there were still some rough patches and friction, at least the number of arguments had decreased.
One afternoon, Frederick was off dealing with company affairs. Marguerite checked the time and gave him a call, hoping he could bring back a bouquet of flowers.
The mysterious stranger had just reconnected with her and brought in the world’s top doctor to treat her grandma.
The doctor just returned from abroad and has just taken over her grandma’s treatment, so he needed to meet with Marguerite ASAP.
They scheduled the meeting for the next day. Marguerite thought about the musty smell in her grandma’s hospital room, so she planned to make a fragrance to freshen up the room.
The phone rang twice, and Frederick picked up quickly. “What’s up?”
Marguerite asked gently, “Are you heading back to the office? Could you grab a bunch of roses for me? Purple if possible.”
Frederick chuckled.
She was getting more audacious, now even asking him for gifts directly.
“Sure.”
Without further ado, Frederick hung up in a hurry, still wearing a smile.
Chuck, the co-pilot, asked confusedly, “Mr. Winston, what’s put you in such a good mood?”
Frederick then realized his face was giving him away, he quickly put on a poker face and replied nonchalantly, “No biggie, Marguerite just wants a bunch of purple roses.”
Chuck was taken aback.
Roses were common, but purple roses were rare.
Such a flower was so scarce that not every flower shop had them.
“Mr. Winston, are you going to buy them now?”
Frederick looked out the window, feeling good. “Yes.”
“But we still have an international meeting to attend.”
“Postpone it and we’ll reschedule.”
Chuck thought to himself, was this the Mr. Winston he know?
Wasn’t he the frosty type? Didn’t he always keep his distance from women?
Seemed like those were all rumors!
Ever since Marguerite joined the company, Mr. Winston’s personality has completely changed.
However, Chuck didn’t see anything wrong with it.
Ever since Mr. Winston took over the group, he had been single.
Marguerite’s arrival was just the right fit to fill the void in Mr. Winston’s heart.
Though he wouldn’t admit it, Chuck saw all the changes and took them to heart.
Purple roses were indeed not easy to come by. After going through a few flower shops, Frederick finally got the flowers Marguerite wanted.
The shop assistant saw the handsome Frederick with a beaming face and no one else around, naturally guessing these flowers were for his girlfriend,
So she wrapped the bouquet especially beautifully, with understated black wrapping paper enveloping the flowers, sprinkled with white baby’s breath.
Marguerite waited a long time at the office for Frederick to come back with a bunch of purple roses.
He was dressed in a black double-breasted suit that day. The well-tailored suit accentuated his physique, his towering height of 1.9 meters exuded a transcendent aura, looking incredibly dashing and hard to take eyes off.
However, Marguerite didn’t have the time to admire his good looks. She immediately went over to take the flowers from him and hurriedly said, “Thanks”
Seeing her so impatient, he naturally thought it was her excitement about receiving a gift.
Little did he know, the next second, Marguerite directly tore open the packaging and pulled off all the petals of the roses.
Frederick’s face instantly darkened. Seeing this, Chuck Immediately stepped in and reminded Marguerite, “Marguerite, how could you treat Mr. Winston’s gift B
this?”
Marguerite was clearly taken aback, she blurted out, “Gift? No way. Giving flowers as a gift is so cliché.”
Frederick was obviously a bit peeved. There was a flicker in his eyes as he asked coldly, “Then tell me, what gift isn’t cliché?”
Marguerite took out a mortar and pestle, smiling. “Keep the scent of the flowers and make it last forever. That’s not cliché.”
