“Mommy, don't be upset!” Amanda tugged at Genevieve's arm. “If you don't want to wait for Daddy,
we'll follow you to Mr. Valentine's house!”
“Really?” Genevieve gazed at her daughter. “Then, let's go abroad tomorrow. What do you think?”
When Amanda heard Genevieve's response, she could no longer control herself. “Come on, Mommy!
Daddy has broken so many of his promises to me, and I have already forgiven him! You're a grown-up!
You should be more forgiving than me! Let's wait for Daddy to come home! I'll let you have fifty of my
hundred favors from Daddy! We'll punish him together!”
Genevieve rubbed her cheek, lost in thoughts. Suddenly, she burst out in anger, “He keeps saying that
he cares about me, but why does he only write letters to you guys and not to me? Am I not worthy?”
“But Daddy folded a thousand paper cranes for you,” Amanda muttered. “The birthday gifts that Daddy
has given to me and Lucian are not as cool as yours! We're still jealous of you, Mommy! Daddy also
makes breakfast for you and sends you flowers. Why didn't he send an extra bouquet for me? Mommy,
you're clearly Daddy's favorite!”
With each word that came out of her daughter's mouth, Genevieve's heart melted and melted until
finally there was no more anger or resentment left. Planting kisses on Amanda's face, she replied,
“Okay, okay, I'll give Daddy another chance for your sake.”
She decided that she would simply forget about the incident at the amusement park earlier that day.
The next day, Steven arrived at Swallow Garden bearing breakfast and a bouquet again. He had not
forgotten how angry Genevieve had been the day before. However, he still had to do his duty and
deliver the food and flowers to her.
Genevieve came downstairs and greeted Steven, “Good morning, Steven!”
“Good morning.”
Steven glanced at Genevieve's smile. It seems she's in a good mood this morning! He then handed the
flowers to her.
“Gradient-colored roses?” Genevieve took the bouquet from him. An expression of surprise and delight
lit up her face. “I've seen many kinds of roses, but I've never seen this type before!”
“This is a rare breed of roses. It's very difficult to grow them as they only survive in very specific
environments,” Steven uttered with a smile.
“Some time ago, Mr. Faulkner bought a piece of land. He built several greenhouses on it and imported
various specialized equipment from abroad just to cultivate and grow these rare roses. Every single
rose in the greenhouses was planted by his own hands. If he's unable to tend to them, then only will he
request me to do so. He wants to ensure that every single rose planted is well tended to and of the very
best quality.”
Genevieve was shocked by Steven's revelation as she gazed down at the bouquet of roses in her
hands. “These roses were planted by him?”
“Yes, but these roses are truly difficult to grow. He planted fifty seeds, and in the end, only these
eighteen roses bloomed.”
“What about the bellflowers from yesterday's bouquet? Did he also plant those himself?”
Genevieve came downstairs and greeted Steven, “Good morning, Steven!”
Steven nodded.
Women valued sincerity and thoughtfulness in their lovers. They also loved roses which, to them,
represented romance. If a woman were to receive a flower grown especially for her by her beloved, she
would surely show it off to the whole world.
Genevieve had thought that Armand was clueless about romance. She had not expected him to build
greenhouses and grow rare flowers just for her.
What a gentleman! How can I not love him?
Genevieve was moved by Armand's romantic gesture. “Steven, why didn't you tell me this yesterday?
Such beautiful bellflowers and I plucked them all bare! I feel so guilty!”
“Don't be,” Steven replied. “I have received instructions from Mr. Faulkner. I'll be sending you a bouquet
of different flowers every day from now on.”
Genevieve could not help but ask, “When were the greenhouses built?”
“About five years ago; after you left for Dartan,” Steven answered. “Mr. Faulkner had no experience in
growing flowers. In the beginning, even under the guidance of experts, he wasted a lot of flower seeds.
The flowers grown in those early days were particularly ugly.”
Genevieve laughed at his words. “And here I thought he could do everything! I would never have
expected that he'd fail at growing flowers!”
This man who had been planting flowers for her since five years ago could be forgiven. She could still
accept him.
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