He Built A Garden For Her Flowers But Only To Help His Secret Love Win A Prize Chapter 06

He Built A Garden For Her Flowers But Only To Help His Secret Love Win A Prize Chapter 06

It was spring year–round in San Diego, like the whole city was hooked up to a thermostat. 

At the flower shop, I sorted the blooms carefully by variety and color. The result was lovely to look at. 

After I left Charles, my life felt so much more meaningful. 

My world wasn’t just limited to two people anymore. There was room for so much more now. 

Whether he used me to help Cloris succeed or not, I didn’t care 

anymore. 

The bell above the door jingled. 

A tall, lean man stepped in, a paper bag in his well–shaped hand. “Vanna, look what I brought you!” he said. 

This was James Lennon, a former student of my parents‘ 

research institute. He later went abroad and started his own 

company. 

He was the one who helped me leave Charles for good. He even helped me build my new life here–new name and all. 

“If you keep bringing treats like this, I’m gonna turn into a 

pig. You don’t have to buy anything next time. Just coming by 

to see me is more than enough,” I said with a smile. But deep 

down, I was touched. After all these years, he still remembered 

exactly which cake I liked from which bakery. 

“Well then Vanna, as payment, can I get a bouquet from you?” 

he asked, winking at me. 

I smiled and wrapped a bouquet for him–hydrangeas, his favorite. He joked dramatically, “You wrapped this so nicely, 

are you proposing to me?” 

Before I could even react, he added seriously, “Ash, the 

flowers you grew, made it to the final round. Don’t worry, 

Vanna.” 

He always knew how to touch on a sensitive spot without 

overstepping. 

He never left me stuck with awkwardness or trouble. 

“And one more good news. Carina’s been arrested. Everything she did is enough for the death penalty, Vanna.” 

My smile faded slowly. It had all ended so easily now, but I’d 

waited years for this. 

I knew it was all him–all Charles‘ doing. 

When he loved someone, he’d turn a blind eye to their crimes, 

even help cover them up. 

When he got tired of them, he’d send them straight to hell, 

clean and quick, never getting his own hands dirty. 

How laughable. No one was better at playing the good guy 

than him. 

It was just a shame I couldn’t tell my parents the news to their faces. 

James saw how I looked and reached out to pat my head. “Enough thinking about that. Let’s think of something else, like-” 

“James, you must have other things to get done, right? You should go handle them,” I cut him off. I knew he had feelings for me, but I never wanted to get into another messy 

relationship again. 

No one could ever really know another person completely. 

James touched the tip of his nose. “Our Vanna is still so cautious. That really hurts my feelings, you know.” 

James was always good at knowing when to push and when to 

back off. 

Even though he helped me, I’d given him what he wanted in return–Ash. 

So everything between us was fair. I’d never offer myself as payment for his help. 

James chatted with me for a while, had a cup of coffee, then 

left. He still had business to take care of. 

Just then my phone rang. I thought it was a customer order, so I kept trimming flower stems while I answered, “Hello, this is Garden Heaven. How can I help you?” 

There was no answer on the other end. The long silence made my forehead tingle with unease. 

I brushed it off as a prank call and hung up.