Chapter 100
Of course, the “light” would have her own temper. Getting too close was getting bumed.
Layla had no idea how important she was to Robert and Stephen All she knew was that she was furious with Robert at the moment.
Returning to her bedroom, she pushed open the door and saw the bouquet of roses she had ordered to be thrown away still prominently displayed in her room. Standing by the railing, she shouted down to the living room. “Didn’t 1 tell you to throw these roses away? who put them back in my room?”
None of the maids dared to respond.
Alfred quickly came upstairs and explained, “Ms. Murray, I thought the flowers were too beautiful to be discarded, so I took the liberty of bringing them in.” Although Layla ha
la temper, it was mostly directed at three types of people–bad people, those who offended her, and Stephen. She never took it out on the
household staff.
“If you think it’s a waste, you can keep them yourself. Just don’t leave them in my room where I have to see them.”
Despite her daily outbursts, the household felt more alive with her around. In the end, the flowers remained in the room. Before bed, Layla tossed the bouquet onto the bed where Stephen was lying. “You bought them, you deal with them.”
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Stephen’s way of dealing with them was to place the flowers on Layla’s bedside table, right where she would see them every time she turned over. Later on in the bedroom, Layla gave Stephen a beating. “Are you putting these flowers on my bedside table to curse me into a hospital bed? since flow often placed on the bedside tables of hospital patients, Layla associated it with something ominous.
Eventually, Stephen moved the flowers to Layla’s dressing table, while slightly easing her irritation.
“Layla, can we talk for a bit?” Stephen asked her at night.
Layla buried herself under the blanket, “No.”
“There’s a banquet the day after tomorrow. Do you have time to go with me?”
flowers were
Stephen tried to tempt her. “If you don’t go, I’ll have to find someone else.”
Layla showed no response, so Stephen pressed, “Layla?”
From under the blanket, Layla mumbled, “Go ahead and find Arla. She’s night there.”
“I hadn’t thought of that, but now that you mention it, she might be going too.”
Layla, who usually slept on her side, found herself uncomfortable after lying in one position for too long. But if she turned the other way, she would have to face Stephen.
o, people will start to think you’ve lost even more standing in the Murray family.”
“If you don’t go,
In the darkness, Layla’s eyes shot open. “I’ll go.”
Avictorious smile tugged at Stephen’s lips. “I’ll pick you up.”
It was o
s only later that Layla realized Stephen was the host of the banquet.
By then, she was already getting ready. Dressed in a black evening gown, she sat before the mirror while someone pinned up her hair and another applied her makeup.
Through the reflection, she saw the man sitting on the couch behind her, dressed in a suit that matched her outfit in color to make it a couple set.
