Devon cannot help but force herself not to smile when she walked into the living room of the mansion and found Daemon standing in the middle of it holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He looked so awkward holding the huge bundles of roses in his arms that she knew right then and there that this is maybe the first time he held them to give personally to a woman.
She crossed their distance and c****d a brow at him. “Is this your way of making me yield on you?”
“Do you want me to be honest?” he asked back.
“Of course.”
“Yes, that is one of the reasons why I’m doing this.”
She rolled her eyes on him as disappointment set in. Is it really that hard to act like he really meant it for her? He saw the flowers and instantly remembered her? Compared to his daily routines as a mafia boss,
