Arriving at the apartment door, Elara Don stared blankly at the large bouquet of red roses on the ground, momentarily speechless.
Roses?
Did Damon Hawke buy these?
Damon Hawke set Bea down and then picked up the bouquet from the floor, handing it to Elara Don.
"Flowers for the beauty, Elly, these are for you."
The man's handsome face carried a hint of a smile, looking particularly affectionate under the light.
Elara Don stared at him blankly, forgetting to react.
Beside them, Bea giggled and clapped her little hands, "Wow, how romantic. Dad, are you going to get down on one knee and propose to mom next?"
Elara Don: "..."
This kid, what nonsense are you saying!
Damon Hawke raised an eyebrow slightly and instinctively touched his chest.
There was a gift in his inner pocket, but unfortunately, it wasn't a ring!
"Ahem, Mr. Hawke, no need to go overboard, I like Charlie and it has nothing to do with you."
