“Thanks, but what's this for?” I asked him.
“A peace offering, maybe?” he said reluctantly.
He brushed his fingers on his hair while he was smiling shyly.
I chuckled. “Hey, you don't even have to do this. You haven't done me wrong. But still, thanks for the flowers.”
“I have. I knew I mistreated you when we first met and when uncle Eusebeo introduced you to me. I accused you of so many things without knowing the truth first,” he sincerely said.
I smiled. I was happy that, somehow, he was no longer so cold to me. “I understand why you acted that way. Monique is so precious to you, and I know where your anger came from. It's just a normal reaction. Don't worry. I didn't take it to the bones because I can sense that you're not a bad person. How you love and cherish her is enough to show
