Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1587: Why Did He Want To Buy Flowers?

Chapter 1587: Why Did He Want to BuyFlowers?

“Lilies, daphne, lily of the valley, iris, five pots of each," Rowan said,pointing at a row of flower racks. “And hydrangeas, wind chimes too.""Okay." The guard followed him with a tablet, carefully taking notes.While writing, he couldn't help glancing at Rowan. A big question markappeared in his mind. This Prince Louis looked quite masculine, howcould he like flowers?

He was tall and muscular, not effeminate at all?

"They don't have red bamboo, tulips or daisies here." After taking around, Rowan frowned slightly, a bit disappointed.

He turned around and said to them, "How about this - let's not look herefor now. First take these back, then I'll give you another list. Just buyeverything on it."

"Yes, Prince.”

On the way back, the guards were puzzled.

They wondered - was Prince Louis’ orientation okay?

How could a grown man like such tender flowers?

Sitting by the window holding a tablet, he was recording what else tobuy, and would jot down a flower name when he thought of one.

In the guards’ eyes, Prince Louis seemed very knowledgeable aboutflowers. Many names on the tablet were unheard of to them.

“That's all for now. Please make sure to get everything on the list," hesaid, handing over the tablet. "I need them this afternoon, to decoratemy palace and garden. I'll give you a layout so you can put the sturdyones outside.”

"Does the prince like flowers a lot?" One guard couldn't help asking.“This exceeds our royal annual purchase. Only the princesses usuallylike them."

"The desire for beauty lies in all. Seeing blooming flowers naturally putsme in a good mood. They represent hope,” Rowan said, looking at himwith a calm and gentle voice.

With this explanation, it was understandable that Prince Louis lovedlife.

The stretched Lincoln headed towards the magnificent palace -Driving smoothly on the bustling street, Rowan gazed out the window atthe scenery passing by.

The last time he passed this street in a car seemed to be in anothercentury.

Everything here was so familiar yet foreign, as if in a dream while alsocoming alive from the dream.

How were his Arkpool City friends doing?

And Claire, was she okay?

Rowan couldn't help but think back to their parting. He didn't even havetime to explain to her. He really missed her a bit now.

This relationship was destined to go through a lot. He only wished for abeautiful outcome.

At this moment, he still noticed a car following not far behind. If hisoutings were monitored, calls would surely be too.

He couldn't implicate Claire or the Russells. Before replaceing out who hadharmed his father, he didn't want to involve anyone.

It was a sunny day.

Claire sat by the window in a cafe, with warm sunlight coming through.She had her hair up in a high ponytail and wore a white blouse with ablue dress, looking quite elegant.

Her hands kept tapping the keyboard, immersed in her own thoughts.When she typed the final period, she read through the finished draftquickly.

Then she opened the website page, copied and pasted the writtenchapter in, and clicked publish after each one.

After publishing four chapters in a row, she finally picked up the coffeecup by her left hand and leisurely took a sip of coffee.

Just then, a black stretched Lincoln passed by on the street outside...