“If you like, I’ll have Susan bring in fresh flowers every day,” Ethan Carter said, sounding like it was the easiest thing in the world.
Olivia Bennett just stared at him.
Rich people really do solve problems differently, she thought.
She knew Ethan could afford it. Heck, if he wanted, he could probably fill the whole apartment with roses every morning and not even blink.
But was it really about the flowers?
Olivia let out a soft sigh, tipping her face up to him, her tone serious but gentle. “No need, really. It’s not the flowers—it’s the thought that counts. Besides, as long as I keep them in water, they’ll last a couple more days.”
It wasn’t like she’d never gotten flowers before. But tonight, after everything that had happened, this bouquet just felt extra special.
If she got sentimental about every bunch of flowers she ever received, she’d be an emotional wreck.
Ethan crouched down beside her, both of them gazing at the bouquet. After a moment of quiet, he said, “Well, then, I’ll just have to bring you flowers more often.”
Olivia couldn’t help but laugh, the way he said it—so matter-of-fact, so lavish—cracked her up.
“But you’re not supposed to announce it,” she grinned, folding her arms on the table and letting her smile spread. “It’s only a surprise if I don’t know it’s coming. Once in a while is just right.”
She got up and stretched. “Alright, that’s enough talking for tonight. I’m going to bed.”
She slipped into the bathroom, washed her hands, and flopped onto the bed.
Ethan glanced at the flowers, then at Olivia already tucked under the covers, lost in thought for a moment before he quietly got ready for bed himself.
The bedroom went dark, but Olivia couldn’t fall asleep. Her mind kept running—half-excited about the studio’s grand opening, half-nervous about meeting Ethan’s family. The thoughts just kept circling, keeping her wide awake.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she finally rolled over, only to hear Ethan’s low voice in the darkness: “Can’t sleep?”
She blinked, a little surprised. “You’re awake too?”
His breathing had sounded so even, she thought he’d dozed off already.


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