Chapter 881

The mere thought of Vincent's cheeky face made Celeste mad. She felt like he deserved a beating. Since this was what the situation was like, she couldn't let him be too smug about it. He was great at acting and holding himself back, wasn't he? She wanted to see how long he could keep it up, then. The following morning, she went to work as usual, acting like nothing had happened the day before. A bouquet of red roses was placed on her desk again. Like yesterday, no name was indicated on the card. Celeste had put yesterday's bouquet into a vase and placed it on her desk. She did the same for that day's bouquet—she got another vase, filled it with water, and placed the flowers inside. Vincent and Oscar arrived at the same time they'd had the day before. As soon as they entered the office, they saw the second vase on Celeste's desk. "Your admirer's patient, isn't he? Giving you a bouquet daily. You'll soon be able to open your own flower shop." Vincent stopped before Celeste's desk an