Chapter 1278 I Thought You’d Get It

• A sly thrill rippled through Lawson Merritt’s chest. If Serena Bianchi still hated him, it meant she still cared about what they’d had. Better that than her breezy, couldn’t-care-less attitude.
• While his mind was spinning, he heard Serena say, “If Mr. Merritt wants to reserve some, leave your address. When the fresh flowers arrive tomorrow, I’ll have someone send them over right away. Oh, and I can give you forty percent off—to make up for your wasted trip…”
• Lawson’s face darkened fast.