CEO's Reborn Wife

Chapter 781: Chapter 789: Who Decides What’s Possible

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Jane Sampson was just about to prepare a meal when the doorbell suddenly rang.

”Who’s so punctual to come over at mealtime?” Jane mumbled to herself, set down the stuff in her hand, and then jogged to the doorway.

Since it was daytime, James Black was also home, so the main gate to the courtyard wasn’t locked when Jane returned, allowing the visitor to come straight up to the door.

Upon opening the door, Jane didn’t see who was standing outside; what caught her eyes first was a sea of blazing red.

Such a large bouquet of roses.

Jane froze in place and whispered to the person whose face she couldn’t yet see, but could tell by the pants and shoes that it was a gentleman.

”Mister, have you got the wrong place by any chance?” Jane kindly reminded, her heart feeling a tiny pang of envy.

Wondering which girl was so lucky today to receive such an enormous bouquet of roses when it’s not even a holiday. Could it be a marriage proposal?

Yet, this gentleman in front of her seemed to be quite confused, even messing up the address for a proposal.

However, being so romantic, a little confusion might be forgivable.

Not like James Black, this blockhead.

Talking about Valentine’s Day, huh? From their many years of engagement to now many years of marriage, not to mention roses, she hadn’t even received a single piece of cabbage from him.

”You are Miss Sampson, right? I am an employee of Floral Artistry. I apologize for the wait, as we had to fulfill a last-minute order for 999 roses and didn’t have enough in the shop, so it took some time to get them from the warehouse. I’m sorry you had to wait,” the boy struggling with the bouquet said, lowering the flowers just enough to reveal the logo of Floral Artistry on his uniform.

”It really is 999 roses. Looking at its size, it should be 999,” Jane said, her voice filled with admiration.

Indeed, after finishing her sentence, she quickly came to her senses, ”Wait, Miss Sampson? Who are you, and are these flowers for me?”

”Yes, for Miss Sampson at Manor Don, East District Building 6.” The flower shop employee finished speaking, then blinked his eyes, stared intently at Jane, growing more excited and thrilled as he looked, ”Are you Jane Sampson, Goddess Sampson?”

Jane instinctively reached behind to touch her face, only then remembering she hadn’t worn a mask; she had anticipated a familiar face, not a flower delivery.

”Goddess Sampson, after you sign for the delivery, could you give me your autograph? And if possible, a group photo would be even better!” The young boy looked at Jane with affectionate eyes, and pushed the bouquet slightly towards her, saying, ”This is an order someone placed on our internet site, would you please sign for it?”

”Who could have ordered these?” The surprise came crashing down so suddenly that Jane was somewhat dazed.

Her mind raced but couldn’t think of anyone. She barely knew anyone here, James Carter and John Young were both busy and had left, and it was unlikely Coco Edwards and Quincy Forest would send her such a bouquet out of the blue without a word.

”Shouldn’t you double-check? What if it’s a mistake? If I accept it and later someone comes looking for you, wouldn’t that be a huge responsibility on you?” Jane gently reminded the over-excited boy who seemed to have lost his bearings, ”If you want an autograph, I can give it to you, sure. However, I hope you can keep it a secret and not tell anyone where I live, okay?”

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