Eva Ronan opened the card and saw only one sentence: Would I be fortunate enough to invite Miss Ronan for dinner?
The signature was just the letter X.
Eva instinctively thought of Max Shaw, feeling both amused and childish.
Is this his way of proving himself?
Eva placed the card on the table and hesitated as she picked up her phone.
A bouquet of flowers alone wouldn't move her.
To contact him so proactively seemed too rash.
Eva, accustomed to negotiation thinking, quickly abandoned the idea.
At the same time, she was also observing, wondering if Max Shaw had any follow-up moves if she didn't respond.
Eva just thought about the possibilities of follow-up moves out of habit, but she didn't hold much hope.
As noon approached, the assistant came knocking.
"Eva, someone downstairs sent another bouquet... of white roses."
Eva's eyelid twitched, instantly reminded of the story of "Red Roses and White Roses."
