Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 404: Then I'll Assume You Like It

Daniel stood on the second floor of the piano studio and watched Mr.Jones leave. He then looked at the black car parked beside him and thought for a while before he took out his phone and browsed through it

for a while.

Within an hour, a florist came over with a bouquet of flowers.

After Daniel signed for it, he walked to the next room with the flowers in his arms.

At this time, the women in the flower shop saw this and started to kick up a fuss.

Tiffany, who was stretching, instantly blushed.

Before she could speak, Daniel said, "Shall we go to dinner tonight?"

Tiffany took the flower and did not immediately agree.

She only said, "Don't you believe in Buddhism?"

Daniel was speechless.

He coughed and took Tiffany to the back lounge.

"Where's Ms.Allyson?"

Tiffany knew that he must not have simply come for her.

She pointed at the office and said, "She's inside."

Daniel turned around and looked outside to make sure the crowd had not followed him to the door before whispering, "I have something to talk with her." Tiffany said, "Oh."

Soon, Daniel entered Sharon's office.

Tiffany held the rose in her arms and pursed her lips lightly. She lowered her head, lost in thought.

In the office.

Sharon heard a knock on the door and said "come in".

She looked up and saw Daniel. She said, "What's the matter?"

Daniel said, "I just saw Mr.Jones come"

Sharon gently nodded.

"We've talked about the anniversary of the Beale Group."

"Anything else?"

"We also talked about Josh.I guess he is in Talon's hands."

Daniel said, "That's what we've found out as well. Don't worry.We will replace out his location as soon as possible."

"We?"

Sharon tilted her head.

Understanding what she meant, Daniel quickly responded, "Me, Trey, and Mr.Jones."

Sharon smiled and put down the pen in her hand.

"Actually, we have spent some time together, and I'm getting more and more confused about one thing"

Daniel answered subconsciously, "What is it?"

"Are you helping me because our common enemy is Talon, or because of something else?"

If Daniel had used this excuse before, she would have believed it.

After all, she didn't have much contact with Daniel before she went to the auction to replace Talon.

Daniel had only helped her get the invitation letter for the auction.

But after that, she could clearly feel Daniel's extraordinary concern and help for her.

But she could also tell that this concern was definitely not fondness.

But Sharon couldn't tell the exact reason.

Also, back then for many times, Trey hesitated but said nothing.

Daniel smiled.

"Isn't that because we're friends? Isn't it normal for friends to help each other?"

Before Sharon spoke, he continued saying, "Although you may still think that we are not friends yet, but in my mind, Trey's friend is my friend." Sharon didn't know what to say.

He was even more unreasonable than Jameson.

After a while, Sharon said, "I think you are also related to what happened back then"

Daniel pretended that he didn't know what she was talking about.

"What happened back then?"

"The explosion in the Beale's twenty years ago" Sharon said seriously.

"Well, I've heard of this before."

Daniel said, "But I was very little at that time. Later, I found some information when I was investigating the Beale Group.But it didn't tell everything."

Sharon stared at him for a while, trying to see a flaw in his face, but she didn't know if Daniel was hiding it too well, or if she was thinking too much, she didn't see anything. "Forget it." Sharon said.

Daniel sighed with relief soundlessly.

"Ms.Allyson, I'll go now."

"Wait."

Sharon stopped him.

"I asked you how you felt about Tiffany before. Do you still remember how you answered me back then?" Daniel said nothing.

He really didn't remember.

Sharon said, "I know a person's thoughts may change over time, but I hope that if you really like Tiffany, be nice to her and don't act like before."

Daniel smiled.

"Don't worry, I know." Sharon looked at his back and was still worried.

Asher was enough for Tiffany, and it was hard for her to forget him.

If she met one tricky playboy again, she would probably never have any hope of love.

Thinking of this, Sharon followed him out.

In the lounge.

Tiffany was still holding the roses in her arms in a daze.

When the door opened, she immediately came to her senses and put the flowers aside.

Then she got up and asked subconsciously, "You guys...finished talking?"

Daniel nodded, looking at the roses she had just put down.

He said, "It's getting late. Dinner?"

Hearing this, Tiffany was stunned.

"Didn't you come for Sharon?"

"Yeah, but I've finished talking."

Daniel walked to her and said in a lower voice, "Didn't you agree to go to dinner just now?"

Tiffany thought that was his excuse. She didn't expect it to be true. She coughed, maintaining her last shyness and rationality.

"It's not time to leave work yet. Let's talk about it later."

Daniel curled his lips and said, "Then I'll wait for you outside."

Tiffany was flustered.

"Alright.Alright.I got it."

Before Daniel left, he turned to look at the roses and said, "Do you like it?"

Tiffany didn't catch on.

"What?"

"I think you kind of like it.If you don't like it, I'll buy it from another shop next time." Tiffany whispered, "Isn't it all the same? It makes no difference to buy from another one." Daniel raised his eyebrows.

"Then I'll assume you like it" Tiffany blushed from his question and pushed him out.

"It's not like I haven't seen flowers before. There's no difference whether I like it or not.I have something else to do. Just leave."

After they left the lounge, Sharon, who was hiding at the side, sighed with relief.

It seemed that they got along quite well.

She rubbed her nose and went back to the office.

Sitting at her desk, Sharon sorted through her sketches and saw again the pocket watch necklace that she had designed.

After thinking for a while, Sharon saved the original manuscript and revised the details according to what she had thought at the designer competition.

Then, she put the revised one in the pile of drafts that would be sent to the foundry for processing in the preparation room.

Now, there were no more new orders, and the previous orders were also reducing drastically.

Sharon leaned back in her chair and looked at the babys breath outside the window.

She remembered the garden in front of Charlotte's house, the pen in her hand tapping lightly on the desktop.

After a few minutes, Sharon suddenly had an inspiration and took a new piece of paper for drawing.