The Man Who Never Looked Away novel Chapter 313

Lavinia didn’t take it.

She looked at Larkin, her voice low and dry. "Take it back. I don't want it."

Larkin's face crumpled, the sweat on his forehead growing thicker.

"Mrs. Harper, you're an employee, and I'm an employee. Why must we make things hard for each other? If I take all this back exactly as it is today, I won't be able to explain it to Mr. Harper. Please, just have a little pity on me and sign for it, okay?"

Lavinia gave him a look.

The way he looked like he was about to burst into tears was a stark contrast to the cold, arrogant Corinne. They were true polar opposites.

"...Close the box," Lavinia said.

Larkin immediately snapped the velvet box shut, moving as fast as if he were defusing a bomb.

Lavinia took the delivery receipt he handed her, quickly signed her name, and then lowered her voice. "Pack all of this up right now. You are not to leave a single item here. Take it directly to the Arden Estate. Ask your boss for the gate code."

"Yes, yes, I'll do it right away." Larkin tucked the receipt under his arm, turned around, and began frantically directing the driver who had accompanied him to start moving the flowers.

The girls at the front desk let out a collective sigh of disappointment and slowly lowered their phones.

Lavinia stepped back into the elevator without looking back and hit the 'close door' button.

The second the doors shut, she punched the air in sheer frustration.

The elevator stopped halfway up. The doors opened, and several colleagues from other departments filed in.

Someone recognized Lavinia. Their gaze lingered on her face for a second before they quickly looked away, nudging the person next to them with an elbow. That person looked over, too, then swiftly turned their head back.

The elevator was dead silent. But the suppressed, sidelong glances leaking from the corners of their eyes made the small space feel louder than a crowded market.

Lavinia stared at the digital floor numbers ticking upward, feeling like hundreds of needles were pricking her spine.

When she got back to her department, Ethan bumped into her, his expression complicated. "Garnett Harper sent you flowers and jewelry?"

"How do you know?"

Ethan shoved his phone in front of her face. "You're blowing up the internet."

Sure enough, her name was hanging on the trending search lists. The accompanying photo showed the lobby blanketed in pink roses and that open jewelry box.

Lavinia stared at the viral posts, her whole body itching with anxiety. She figured Charley must have seen it by now, and she had no idea if he was currently sulking about it.

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