Chapter 987

"Mr. Ziegler?" I recognized the face and gasped in surprise. "Mrs. Harold, it's really hard to get here. I circled around a few times before finding the restaurant." John grinned at me eagerly, but he kept sneaking cautious and ingratiating glances toward Caroline. He was really something else—he actually managed to track us down. John had been quite thoughtful. Originally, he had waited for Caroline with a bright red bouquet of roses at our office, but after Caroline gave him a good whack and stormed off in anger, he'd swapped it out for a new bouquet. The new bouquet featured two-tone carnations and Odontocidium, symbolizing passion and freedom, sincerity and courage, respectively. Caroline loved flowers—fiery roses, gentle lilies, poetic daisies. She loved them all and, naturally, understood their meanings. I clearly caught the spark of delight in her eyes the moment John walked in with the bouquet. After all, who could resist such a sincere, brave, and passionate gesture? "C