Soren bowed curtly before turning on his heel, leaving without another word.
Ryley didn't try to stop him this time.
Instead, the blond exhaled a deep sigh and leaned back against the sofa, tilting his head to stare at the ceiling.
His honey-brown eyes darkened with thought, his mind already moving—calculating.
Plotting.
Just as an idea began to take shape in his mind, Ryley's gaze flickered toward the unopened letter nestled against the extravagant bouquet.
His lips pursed slightly, his honey-brown eyes rolling with quiet amusement.
Clyde was so childish—sending an even bigger bouquet than the one from his so-called "anonymous" admirer. As if sheer size alone would drown out all competition.
But the teasing thought dissolved the moment he unfolded the letter, his fingers tracing over the elegant strokes of ink.
His steps carried him toward the massive glass window, but his mind was already lost somewhere else.
A slow, radiant smile bloomed across his face.
