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Chapter 674 Win Over His Heart
Roxanne instinctively glanced at the man walking in front of her before lowering her gaze to look at the flowers in
her arms. She hesitated about giving the flowers back to him.
However, before she could say anything, the three children came up to her. When they saw the flowers, they were
elated.
“Mommy, where did you get the flowers? They look pretty, and they match you so well!” Benny praised despite
knowing who had given his mother the flowers.
A wave of embarrassment washed over Roxanne at the boy’s question. Right as she was about to lean over to hand
the flowers to Estella, she recalled that the man was still holding her wrist.
Evidently, that was something the children noticed as well.
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Upon her realization, Roxanne began to turn red in her face. Nevertheless, she forced herself to smile calmly at the
children as she discreetly flung her wrist to break free of the man’s grasp.
Yet, the man only tightened his grip.
Roxanne frowned and turned to protest.
When Lucian met her eyes, he confessed, “Ms. Jarvis, you’re holding flowers, and I’m afraid you’ll end up soaked
again if you can’t see the road well. Don’t worry. Once we’re away from the fountain, I’ll let you go.”
It was a subtle way of telling her that the flowers were meant for her.
When Roxanne heard that and glanced at the hand around her wrist again, the blush on her face slowly spread to
her ears. The children were around, so there was nothing much she could say; she could only quietly let the man do
as he pleased while she reassured herself that he was only holding her wrist.
Lucky for her, the children did not ask where the flowers came from again.
“Are we going back now?” Archie, the sensible boy he was, asked.
Roxanne inclined her head. Before she could say anything, the man said, “It’s getting late, and your mommy’s
drenched. If the temperature lowers later, she might catch a cold.”
A worried look manifested on the children’s faces when they heard that. “Let’s hurry back then!”
Lucian nodded and gestured for the children to follow him as he turned and left.
Roxanne was ill at ease, so she kept turning around to check on the children. Only when she saw that the children
were right behind them did she let her heart lower back into her chest.
Hasso was still following Frieda in the crowd with a bitter smile on his face. Even though he could see that her
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They had not even had dinner as they stood outside the hall, waiting.
It took a long while before Roxanne and the others came out. When they finally did, Hasso thought that he and
Frieda could finally leave. However, those people began playing at the square.
To him, they seemed happy.
On the other hand, Frieda’s frown only deepened.
She thought the most outrageous thing she would see was Roxanne and Estella wearing matching outfits. Yet, as it
turned out, Lucian was treating Roxanne like she was his girlfriend.
The two were far more intimate than Frieda speculated.
As a matter of fact, she was starting to suspect that Roxanne was going to win Lucian’s heart if Aubree did not act
soon.
When she thought about how she would have to be respectful toward the pretentious woman in the future because
of Lucian, she fumed. Nevertheless, there was no reason for her to make a move, so all she could do was take
photos of everything she saw and angrily send them to Aubree.
She refused to believe that Aubree would be unfazed by the photos.