Chapter 130
“It wouldn’t change how I feel,” I countered, holding the passenger door open wider, hoping she’d relent.
She walked away instead, her back straight and determined as she disappeared down the street.
By the end of the week, I noticed she’d started using the flower shop’s back entrance. She was avoiding me, but I wasn’t deterred. If anything, her resistance only strengthened my resolve.
Four Seasons Florals was exactly as I remembered it-warm, vibrant with life even in winter, and smelling of Eleanor’s signature arrangements. When I entered, the bell above the door announced my presence. Two young women behind the counter looked up their eyes widening in recognition.
Eleanor was demonstrating something to one of them, her hands moving gracefully among the flowers. When she turned to see me her professional smile faltered for just a moment.
“Welcome to Four Seasons Florals,” she said coolly. “How can I help you today?”
‘I’m interested in learning about flower meanings,” I replied, ignoring her assistants’ poorly concealed whispers. “Particularly those that express regret and requests for forgiveness.”
“Purple hyacinths traditionally symbolize sorrow and asking for forgiveness, she explained, moving around the counter to maintain distance. “White tulips can represent worthiness and seeking pardon.”
I followed her, absorbing her words even as I admired her professional demeanor. “And what would you recommend for someone who’s made a terrible mistake? Someone who let the perfect thing slip through his fingers because he was too blind to see what was
right in front of him?”
“Perhaps you should visit a bookstore instead, she suggested quietly. “I believe the self-help section might be more useful than
flowers in your case.”
I laughed, genuinely amused by her quick wit. I’m not actually here about flower meanings, I admitted, stepping closer.
“I’m shocked, she replied dryly.
I came for professional advice.” I lowered my voice, ensuring her assistants couldn’t hear. “I once had a perfect marriage, but I was too stupid to realize it. I pushed away the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Her throat moved as she swallowed. “Sir, I don’t think-”
What kind of flowers, I interrupted, holding her gaze, “would convince a deeply hurt ex-wife to give her foolish ex-husband
another chance?”
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The shop fell silent. Something shifted in Eleanor’s expression–a recognition, perhaps, of the fear I couldn’t hide. Before she could answer, she glanced at her assistants and then back to me.
Mr. Wells, may I speak with you outside for a moment? Her tone was professional, but I detected a slight tremor.
I followed her out into the snow-covered street. Few pedestrians braved the weather, giving us an unusual privacy in the middle of
Boston.
“Derek,’ she began, her breath visible in the cold air, “I can tolerate your personal… persistence. But please don’t interfere with my
business.”
“That wasn’t my intention,” I said quickly. “I just wanted to talk to you properly, without you running away.”
“I understand what you’re trying to do,” she said, her voice softening slightly. “But we’re adults. We both need space. I can’t just forget everything that happened because you’ve suddenly decided you want me back.”
The snow collected on her hair, tiny crystals that caught the light. I resisted the urge to brush them away.
I respect that, I said finally. “I’ll back off.”
Something like surprise flickered across her face. “Thank you.”
She turned to go back inside, then paused. “For what it’s worth, Derek… no flower can fix what went wrong between us.”
I watched her disappear back into the warmth of her shop, snowflakes swirling in her wake. She was right. No grand gesture would erase three years of mistakes. If I wanted to win her back, I needed a different approach entirely.
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again 80% same chapter with same sentances…please stop this….if you want to write other POV at least make it different,make us find out something new not saying in her … More
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