Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 332

It was a profile picture of a good-looking guy.

He seemed like he was in his early twenties.

But after getting used to Christopher's face, regular good looks didn't do much for me.

Besides, this guy wasn't even as handsome as Lawrence, so there was no way he'd catch my interest.

Even before I added him, I could see some of his photos on his profile.

All luxury cars, designer brands, and yacht parties—clearly living the high life.

But I felt nothing.

I had Paula to thank for that.

Probably because I was so easily fooled by Lawrence back then, she was worried I'd get tricked again. She gave me a thorough rundown of the various tactics scammers use to deceive young, pretty girls, sometimes leading to them losing both their dignity and money.

So, my first thought was that this person trying to add me was a scammer.

I ignored it and played on my phone for a bit. I was tired from work, so I went to bed early.

The next morning, when I woke up, I found a bunch of messages requesting to add me as a contact.

There was one number that had tried to add me on all my social media accounts.

There were also different accounts trying to add me on WhatsApp.

I frowned. Could it be that my contact information had been leaked by someone malicious?

Since I was somewhat popular online, it was not surprising that someone would target me like this.

I didn't think much of it.

Just then, my doorbell rang.

I thought it was Tiana bringing me breakfast. Ever since I got injured last time, Tiana had been bringing me breakfast.

But when I opened the door, it was a guy dressed as a delivery man, holding a bouquet of roses in front of me.

First, there were the strange contact requests.

Then, early in the morning, a strange guy delivering flowers.

Putting it all together, it felt a bit creepy.

I instinctively took a step back and tried to close the door.

The guy spoke up, "Are you Ms. Turner?"

He knew me!

And he was a delivery guy.

I nodded instinctively, "Yeah, that's me."

He handed me the flowers, "These are for you. Please sign here..."

The flowers were already in my hands.

I couldn't help but glance in the direction of Christopher's house.

My heart was pounding.

Who sent these?

Suppressing my curiosity, I quickly signed my name where the delivery guy indicated, and he left.

Honestly, this wasn't the first time I'd received flowers.

But this time, it was so sudden and mysterious.

I looked at the flowers instinctively. They were bright red, fresh, and had dewdrops on them.

Because I was examining the flowers, I didn't notice that Christopher had already driven out.

I also didn't notice that he had driven several feet away from the house, then suddenly reversed and stopped right in front of me.

The familiar car startled me, and I found myself locking eyes with Christopher.

The joy of receiving the flowers was still on my face, and Christopher saw it all.

His gaze moved from my face to the flowers in my hand.

"Do you like them?"

I nodded instinctively, "Yeah!"

Because I thought Christopher had sent them.

After all, I already knew how he felt about me. I hadn't met any other men, and who else but Christopher would know my past and still accept me?

I didn't expect his sharp tongue to make a comeback, "Your taste is as bad as ever. You actually like those flowers?"

My smile froze.

I looked at Christopher with confusion and annoyance.

It dawned on me that the flowers had nothing to do with him. With his personality, he wouldn't have belittled them like that if he had sent them.

I had planted many flowers around my house, all of which Chloe and I had tended to together before she passed away. So, I did like flowers, but I liked this bouquet because I thought Christopher had sent them.

Now, the flowers in my hand didn't seem so special anymore.

Christopher's gaze moved away from the flowers, and he said calmly, "Get in. I need to ask you about a document from yesterday."

I was in no mood to discuss work, my face downcast.

Maybe I was being a bit petty, but I refused, "Sorry, it's not work hours yet. I need to go back and tidy up."

Without waiting for his reaction, I took the flowers and went back inside.

The first thing I did was look for the sender's information.

Usually, flower deliveries came with the sender's details, but strangely, there was nothing this time.

I briefly considered if it was Paula.

But I quickly dismissed that idea.

If Paula had sent the flowers, she would have called me to brag, "Melinda, did you get the flowers? Aren't they beautiful? I picked the freshest and prettiest ones just for you."

Since neither Paula nor Christopher sent them, the flowers didn't seem that special to me. I casually placed them on the coffee table.

I quickly tied my hair up and rushed out the door.

As I drove out, I noticed Christopher's car still parked in the same spot.

I had a feeling that Christopher's disdain for the flowers was out of jealousy.

But his comment about my poor taste felt like a stab to my heart, and it hurt.

So, I didn't want to deal with Christopher.

I drove past him, ignoring him, and headed to the office.

Christopher's car followed at a distance.

I hadn't eaten breakfast, so I was getting hungry.

I decided to stop at a breakfast place I liked.

After ordering, I noticed Christopher's car was gone.

I felt a bit annoyed and took a bite of my sandwich, venting my frustration on it.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?"

A sudden voice pulled me from my thoughts.

I looked up and met a pair of eyes.

The guy looked like he was in his early twenties.

He seemed familiar.

But I couldn't place where I'd seen him before.

Maybe because I was not great with faces.

The seat wasn't mine alone, so I couldn't really say no, "Sure, go ahead."

I continued eating my breakfast, ignoring the guy who sat next to me.

But he was clearly there to talk to me, "Miss, you look familiar..."

I rolled my eyes.

I was afraid he'd say something cliché like we must have met in a past life.

Or worse, that it was love at first sight.

I studied him for a moment, and he did seem familiar.

But I couldn't remember where from.

He smiled, "Judging by your expression, we really have met before."

Even if we had, I wasn't keen on chatting.

I responded politely but distantly and continued eating.

"Since we're old acquaintances, breakfast is on me."

He said it like he was being generous.

But it was just breakfast. I could afford it.

And my gut told me not to owe him anything.