Chapter 72
“Hmph! I’ll give it to you, Bonnie. You got lucky and won the competition, but there’s no need to be so pushy!” Halle wished she could hide somewhere now. It was clear that Bonnie had triumphed over Rowena. There was no need for the expert’s evaluation.
“When was I being pushy?” Bonnie was puzzled.
“Just admit it. Your flower arranging skills match that of an expert, but you still decided to have the competition with us. Isn’t it obvious you wanted to humiliate us?” Rowena was on the brink of tears.
“Don’t judge me like that. I’ve never studied flower arranging in my life. I just looked through some books in the library when I was bored,” Bonnie said truthfully.
Was that all she had done? Was she just good at it?
Halle and Rowena didn’t buy what she said. If that was true, did that mean she was a genius? No way. She would be the mother of all geniuses. A freak of nature!
After that, Halle and Rowena left the venue, wailing.
Ivor looked at Bonnie curiously and asked, “When did you study flower arranging?” She had demonstrated impeccable skill. Could she also have learned it while she was young, like kickboxing? Just how many skills did she possess? She showed great mastery over each one!
She answered sternly, “Honestly, I’ve never studied flower arranging in my life. I wasn’t lying to
them.”
It wasn’t every day that Ivor was so surprised he let it show on his face, but that happened today. After a pause, he said, “Do you mean to tell me you picked up flower arranging just by flipping through a few pages in the library? You really seemed like a master!”
She looked at her flowers and said, “I think it’s just okay. It’s nothing to write home about.”
Ivor drew in a sharp breath and cast a compassionate gaze at Halle and Rowena. He finally understood why Grandpa had been adamant about getting them together, He was trying to secure an extraordinary woman for him!
As Ivor was lost in thought, Bonnie said wearily, “It’s exhausting to be your fiancé. There are so many problems for me to untangle. It’s a good thing there’s only a few days left on the clock”
Ivor’s expression shifted and grew cold.
“They just served some chocolate. I’m going to grab some.” With that, she left.
Floyd inhaled sharply and said, “Ms. Bonnie almost makes me feel bad about how ordinary I am.” Then, he noticed Tim, who was secretly Jim, getting closer to Bonnie.
“Tim’s doing his job really well. He’s still protecting her at a close distance on an occasion like this.”
Ivor also noticed what Jim was doing. He stopped when he was about six feet away from her and
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leaned on the wall, protecting her in silence. The whole image looked so natural that it felt as if it was Jim’s destiny to keep Bonnie safe.
“Say, do you think they knew each other?
“I’m sorry. Who?” Floyd asked. He caught himself. “Are you talking about Ms. Bonnie and Tim? That’s impossible. I asked Alfred about it. They clearly didn’t know each other the first day they met.
“Huh?” Floyd trained his gaze on Jim
“What’s the matter?” Ivor asked.
“Why do I get the feeling he looks like someone I know? The longer I look at him, the more he seems familiar.”
Ivor was about to ask another question when he saw Flynn, one of his cousins, walking briskly toward
Bonnie.
He approached her, scanned her from top to bottom, and reached out to her. “Hey…” As he was about to introduce himself, Bonnie gave him a piece of chocolate.
“You’re welcome.” She withdrew her hand and moved to take another piece.
