Chapter 97 To Make Her Happy

Cecelia’s eyes blinked again and again, and only after a long time did he react. "You mean that these flowers were all given by you?" William merely looked at her. He didn't say anything, but his eyes had already expressed everything. Cecelia’s mouth opened and closed again. Only after repeating it two or three times did he release a voice. "So many, are they all bought by you?" She pointed at the pink roses in the room and felt that her temples were throbbing. William pursed his lips. "Do you like it?" "I like a ghost." Cecelia one hand on his waist and the other on his forehead. "99,999 flowers, have your head been cut by the door?" William's cold eyes grew colder and colder. "Do you like what he bought? If it were me, would it change?" "...Yes, of course I like what Cyrus bought, but you can't do it. I'm telling you, where did you buy it for me? Where are you going? Don't leave a single one." What he meant was that Cyrus was rich and could do whatever he wanted, but he could