The Boss Went Crazy After Divorce

Catherine was taken by surprise when she knew that Edward was going to settle down in the dormitory apartment owned by the company, “I remember that you have a house. Why not live in it? The apartment is actually quite humble.”

“It suits me just well and it’s more convenient for me to go to work from the apartment.”

Edward would not confess his true intention-he could have a close watch on Hamish so that Hamish would not have his chance to do something to Starry.

Catherine frowned, “Well, you are such a hard worker.”

Now that she could not have Edward tell her the truth, she would turn to Starry for help.

After all, during the three-day rest after their work, Edward had already been with Starry for two nights.

Therefore, that he suddenly came to her with his suitcase for a key to the dormitory apartment was more than bizarre. However, he seemed to be in a good mood, so it was quite impossible that there was conflict or quarrel between him and Starry.

Starry, pursing her lips, told Catherine on the phone, “Nothing special. I just think that it’s inappropriate for us to live together anymore since he has already grown up as an adult.”

Catherine was confused, “???”

Edward did not change into an adult within one day, and, what’s more, Starry always held the view that they are no more than brother and sister.

Unless…

Although Catherine knew very little about Starry’s personality, she knew Edward’s more than anyone else.

Therefore, she could almost guess the whole story after her conversation with Starry through the phone.

Yet, as an agent, she was the friend and subordinate of both Starry and Edward, so she’d better not interfere with their private affairs.

“Yes, indeed, it’s more convenient if he can live in the dormitory apartment.”

Fake blindness to the secrets beneath the surface was the best choice.

“Indeed.”

Starry answered in a soft voice, upset coloring her tone.

Catherine hung up the call without any other questions.

Rubbing her temples, Starry put his phone away and walked into the study.

On the floor lay dozens of sketches of the young Sebastian that she drew several days before.

She bent over to pick them up and put them in a file carefully.

Why would Edward like her?

She was confused.

Early the next morning, Starry was woken up by the doorbell. She looked exhausted and annoyed when she was awake.

Tossing and turning, she slept on a sleepless pillow for a whole night until almost five o’clock in the morning.

However, she was woken up by the doorbell after 7 o’clock. It was the flower giver again.

She picked up her phone and checked the CCTV record.

In the video, a man left after he put down the flower.

Starry recognized him at first sight.

Was that Filip?

It was unexpected.

It was unexpected that Filip was the flower giver and Starry just could not believe her eyes.

She suddenly recalled that she saw a black Maybach around the corner of the street several times when she picked up the flowers.

Yet, since it was still dim in the early winter morning, she did not pay too much attention to the car so that she did not even remember the number on its plate.

Then, she put away her phone, slipped into her jacket and then walked downstairs.

Although it was not raining anymore, the weather was not good.

The sky was still dark at half past seven in the morning.

Starry walked through the garden and found a bunch of red roses by the door.

The flower was charming, yet the giver was not.

Starry pressed the collar of her jacket and walked towards the Maybach.

She could see the number on the plate before she reached it.

A12121.

It was indeed Filip’s car. After all, in Araria City, Filip was the representative of Maybach lover.

Once in the car, Filip noticed that Starry was in the garden. He thought that she would go back to the villa after she picked up the flower as usual.

Yet, it was surprising that she, with the flower in her hands, walked straight to him as if she had already known he was the giver.

A shade of affection flickered in his eyes as he saw her walking towards him.

He opened the door and got out of the car before Starry reached the door.

It was freezing outside after the rain last night.

Starry was in her white pajamas and black jacket, which seemed unable to keep her warm.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Frowning, he gazed at her, “Are you not cold?”

“Yes, I am.”

She was cold and her cheeks were frozen red.

She could not squeeze a smile at Filip since now the anger and annoyance of being woken up by the doorbell were intertwining in her chest. Besides, she did not want to talk to Filip either.

Trying her best to suppress her emotions, she reached out the flower and asked, “Is it from you?”

“Yes.”

He answered honestly, which startled Starry and made her a little bit speechless.

After two seconds of silence, she asked, “Why did you give me this?”

Her eyebrows were knitted when she posed her question.

The freezing temperature together with Starry’s cold poker face enabled Filip to feel the suppressive anger in her calm tone.

He suddenly felt embarrassed-for the 32 years of his life, he seldom gave roses to a woman; and yet, during the past month, he sent Starry a bunch of roses nearly every day.

Although he never thought that falling in love with someone was embarrassing, at that exact moment when he was questioned by Starry, his pride and self-esteem did not allow him to confess his true intention.

“It’s an apology for my mistaking you before.”

What an unreasonable excuse!

However, now, Starry did not want to explore the true reasons why he sent her the flowers since the wind almost froze her within those two minutes when she was outside the villa.

“I believe that you know better than me that you can’t just give bunches of roses to someone in such a causal way, especially to a female.”

She paused and added, “Although I don’t know what you apologize for, I think that we should forget the past now. You should not bother yourself by giving me this anymore.”

She put the flower on the hood, “I hope that I won’t be woken up by the morning doorbell anymore. It’s really cold outside, Filip.”

Staring at him, she said seriously.

“It’s really cold outside” hurt Filip like countless slaps on his face.

His face fell at her words. His eyes fixated on the red roses for a while and then slid back to Starry’s face, “I am sorry. It won’t happen next time.”

The seriousness in his tone convinced her.

It was unexpected that he would treat her in a gentle way; yet she did not care about his attitude.

“Okay. Then, see you next time.”

She pressed the collar again with her frozenly rigid fingers and turned around to walk into the villa.

She walked at a fast pace since it was cold outside.

Staring behind her, unbearable sadness gradually washed over him.

He kept gazing at her until she totally disappeared in the villa. Then, he collected his eyes and got in the car with that bunch of deserted roses.

Maybe Dillon was right-now he got his comeuppance.