Josh smiled but remained silent as he watched Zachary exit his house accompanied by a group of bodyguards. The following morning, Zachary arrived at Bright Boulevard. He had called Serenity in advance, and she was waiting for him at the neighborhood entrance. Upon spotting his car, Serenity approached him with a smile.
Zachary got out of the car and suddenly remembered something. He turned back and retrieved a bouquet of flowers from the vehicle. “Seren,” he called out, using a different tone when addressing her. The sight of the bouquet reminded Serenity of how awkward he had been the first time he gave her flowers, a moment filled with her own anxiety. He had handed her that bouquet, insisting it didn’t mean anything special.
Serenity felt pleased by his stubbornness and arrogance, seeing it as evidence that he had never been in a relationship before. Zachary was an intelligent man with a low emotional quotient, a late bloomer in matters of the heart. Serenity was glad to see him developing feelings for her and felt it was her responsibility to teach him how to be a good husband.
“Um… I think this bouquet of flowers…” Zachary stammered, still unaccustomed to giving his wife flowers. He struggled to find a good excuse, but his mind went blank. He only knew he needed to hand her the bouquet. Serenity accepted it, lowered her head to inhale its fragrance, and quickly looked up, smiling. “This bouquet is beautiful and smells wonderful. I love it!” she exclaimed, feeling elated to receive a gift from her husband so early in the day.
Seizing the moment, Zachary quickly added, “If you like it, I’ll send you one every day.” Serenity was touched by his sweet words. “There’s no…”
“I need you to give me a bouquet every day. We don’t have a vase to hold these flowers at home.” “I’ll buy you a vase.”