Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce
Chapter 952 Men Are Prone to Jealousy

Chapter 952 Men Are Prone to Jealousy

Evelyn rummaged for a while and finally pulled out a dark blue coat, though the color was slightly darker than Huston's. Underneath, she wore a white knitted dress, exuding a sense of intellectuality. Huston could tell what she was thinking. He hugged her from behind and whispered, "A couple's outfit?"

Evelyn couldn't stand his ability to see through everything and still speak out. She retorted stubbornly, "Who said we're in a couple of outfits!"

"It's blue and white. Isn't this a couple outfit? Is it just a coincidence?"

His teasing made Evelyn's ears turn red, and she elbowed him. "Why do you have to say it out loud?"

"Dear, why can't you take a joke, huh?" Huston found it interesting. Looking at her flushed earlobe, he opened his mouth and slowly sucked on it.

Evelyn's ears were one of the most sensitive parts of her body, and a numb and itchy feeling immediately spread throughout her whole body. She shrank her neck and dodged, but he held her tighter. "Stop fooling around. I'm going to work."

Huston loosened his grip and looked at her earlobe, which had turned even redder. His sexy Adam's apple bobbed up and down a few times, but he still had serious matters to attend to in the end. He desperately restrained the rising desire in his body. "Let's go. I'll send you there."

Evelyn watched him walking with noticeably faster steps and his back exuding a hint of dissatisfaction and resentment. She playfully exclaimed with a mix of sweetness and amusement, "You rascal!"

When they arrived at the flower shop, Lola was already there and had opened the door. On a typical weekday morning, the shop didn't have many customers coming in to choose flowers. However, a group of people was still inside the shop when Evelyn arrived.

The floral designers were trimming flower stems in the workspace. These were the orders placed yesterday. Those with a taste for aesthetics often subscribe to weekly or monthly flower arrangements, which are delivered to them at fixed times.

Huston followed Evelyn in. The flower shop was not small, and the decoration was exquisite. He had been here before and was always infected by this kind of fresh atmosphere.

Evelyn was a smart woman, capable of excelling in anything she set her mind to, even if it was just a small flower shop.

"Hi, Evelyn." Lola was busy checking the purchase list when she saw the man behind Evelyn. "Hello, Mr. Lloyd."

Huston lightly nodded his head as a greeting.

Lola was young, quick-witted, and more active in dealing with people and things. When she saw the way the two of them were dressed today, she immediately recognized them. "Evelyn, you and Mr. Lloyd are wearing matching outfits today!"

Having just forgotten about this matter, Evelyn felt embarrassed when it was brought up again. She blushed and decided to be open, saying, "Yeah, matching outfits. He insisted that I wear it." Huston keenly caught the second half of the sentence and raised his eyebrows to glance at her, giving her face.

The room was filled with the fragrance of flowers. It just happened that Huston was going to the HM Law Office later, so Evelyn asked the florist to choose the most beautiful and fresh flowers and tie them up. The taste was not so heavy for fear of affecting the office. The packaging, which had a harmonious combination of light purple and white, exuded a sense of luxury. The main flowers in the bouquet were sunflowers and white hydrangeas, symbolizing beautiful and positive meanings.

Evelyn handed it to him. "Take it to Matt."

Feeling the weight in his hands, Huston recalled the green plants at home, and his gaze turned somewhat cool. "There's a lot of space on the bedroom balcony at home. Take a look later. I'll pick you up after work."

After that, he left the store without waiting for Evelyn's response.

As Evelyn pondered the meaning behind his earlier remark about the "a lot of space on the bedroom balcony at home," Lola, who had been silently observing by her side, tapped her arm and flashed a mischievous look in her eyes, characteristic of a young person. "Evelyn, Mr. Lloyd is feeling jealous. He wants you to bring some flowers home too."

Only then did Evelyn come to a realization. She looked at the door and saw Huston had driven the car away. She shook her head helplessly and said, "Jealousy..."