Chapter 437

The white roses were very fresh, and upon closer inspection, Naomi could still see the crystal clear dewdrops on the petals. A faint, pleasing fragrance wafted toward her as the bouquet was handed to her. All women loved flowers, and Naomi was no exception. However, she had never received flowers before. In all the three years she had been married to Scott, he had never bought her any, and she had never asked. She liked flowers and plants, so she either grew them at home or bought them to decorate her house. It was not necessary for someone to give them to her; buying or growing them herself was just as good. Thus, Naomi was stunned when Dylan gave her the large bunch of white roses, claiming they were from Scott. At the same time, disbelief was written all over her face. Scott buying flowers, let alone for her? She would sooner believe that pigs could fly than to believe in the utterly impossible. Naomi looked at the bouquet that was nearly touching her nose dazedly, not fully gra