Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute
Chapter 147 The One Who Couldn't Move On

Florence looked at Filip's back. After a few seconds, she realized what happened. "Oh boy!"

Since when did Filip start to like flowers? Weird!

So, the flowers didn't belong to that girl. Whom then?

Frances and Martha naturally saw Filip come out with a bunch of roses. Frances had seen so many things, yet she was still a little surprised, "What's wrong with him?" Everyone brought flowers to the graves, but he did the opposite.

Martha was puzzled as well. "I have no idea either."

Frances frowned, looking at Filip as he approached, "Where did you get the flowers?"

"From someone."

That was not an answer. Frances was pissed off. "Am I blind to you?"

Filip pursed his lips, thought for a few seconds, and added, "She didn't want them anymore."

Frances snorted, "And you took them?"

Filip glanced down at the rose in his arms and didn't answer the question. Then he changed the topic by saying, "I need to go to the company. Go back."

It was a holiday today.

Frances didn't bother to ask more, "Go, go."

Florence came out of the cemetery and glanced at Filip who was holding the roses, shook her head, and got in the car, "Old lady, Filip seems to be a little bit wrong recently." "Ignore it."

Florence knew that Frances was saying the opposite. So, she smiled, "If I guessed correctly, the roses should be Ms. Bradley's." Hearing Florence's words, Frances became somewhat interested, "Why did he take the flowers that Starry brought to the grave?"

"The girl we met just now took that bunch of flowers out. I think she was about to throw them away."

Frances also understood. She suddenly laughed, "He even cares about a bunch of flowers now!"

Too late.

"Well."

Frances sighed, "Let him be. He's too proud. He should suffer a little sometimes. Let's go home."

A smooth life was not always good.

Filip was born with everything. His only unfortunate was that his parents died early. But he had Frances. So, he was not particularly lonely compared to many people.

After he took over the Eternal Group, things all went as favored. For the first thirty years, he lived without trouble.

The romantic relationship was not included, of course.

Florence leaned back. "He wouldn't listen to me anyway."

Her nephew got his own ideas.

Filip got into his car and put the rose on the seat beside.

He tilted his head to look at the roses, which had been carefully groomed. Although it had been nearly an hour, the petals were still delicate, with tiny water droplets on them. The fragrance was not very strong, but inside the car, he could smell it.

Everybody was on holiday. So, no one went to work.

Filip turned back to the apartment on the halfway.

He got out of the car holding a bunch of roses and caught a lot of attention while entering the elevator.

Filip held the flower and walked in casually.

The elevator went up and the people left one by one. Finally, he was left alone.

Soon, the elevator stopped at the top floor.

Filip took the flowers into his apartment. The empty apartment was deserted. There were no flowers and naturally no vases.

Filip couldn't replace the vase to keep the rose like he couldn't replace a chance to get Starry back to him.

He put the flowers on the coffee table, and sofa and sank on the sofa, looking at the white ceiling above his head, pervaded by emptiness.

Starry didn't say a word all the way back to her small villa. Edward tried to speak several times, but when he looked at her, he just couldn't open his mouth.

After returning to the villa, Starry went back to her room in silence.

Edward sat on the second floor, feeling extremely irritable.

He didn't beat women, but he wanted to beat Jackie.

Sebastian's death was an accident. Why would she blame it on Starry?

This was not Edward siding with Starry.

When the accident happened, Starry guarded Sebastian for a night and then disappeared.

Edward was only fifteen by then. Losing his brother wasn't easy for him. He was once grievous.

For a moment, he resented Starry more than Jackie did.

One day, he came back from school early because the next day was a holiday. And he saw Starry taking medicine.

If that didn't happen, he would be just like Jackie, thinking of Starry as a heartless woman.

But he knew that she wasn't.

If she was, she wouldn't be stuck in severe depression shortly after a few months and she wouldn't stand on the rooftop looking at the distance in the middle of the night. Sebastian had died for many years, and even Edward, his brother, had moved on. Jackie had gone abroad just in the second year.

She sounded indignant. But she had moved on. She just didn't want to let Starry go.

The one who couldn't move on after all these years was Starry. She had been living in agony.

Nobody knew that, nor did Edward want anyone to know.

He believed that if Sebastian was still alive, he would want Starry to live her life to the fullest.

Over this year, things seemed to have returned to normal. Starry was willing to step out of the dream that she had built. She had realized that Filip was not Sebastian. Edward thought all was going to be well, and then Jackie showed up today. Her speech was a sinful hand reaching out from the hell, dragging Starry back to darkness. Yet they, the watchers, couldn't do anything.

Two hours had passed. The fifth time that Edward appeared outside Starry's room, the door was opened.

"What would you like for lunch?" asked Starry, looking at him.

She was still pale, but much better than before.

Edward felt relieved. "How about ordering some food, Starry?"

"Okay, check the Manu. I'm okay with anything."

Starry glanced at Edward, walked out of the room, and went downstairs for water.

With the cup in hand, she walked over to the balcony and stood by the bar.

Edward looked at her, his heart skipped a beat.

He felt like going back to that period of time.