Chapter 308 Ch Three Hundred And Eight

• The road that led to the estate was extremely quiet as Malcolm drove through in silence with his right hand on the wheel, while the left hand was resting over a box of freshly wrapped flowers on the seat beside him.
• The one he had taken with him after he left Jasmine's shop, and whose scent filled his car, but did nothing to ease the pressure in his chest.
• He hadn't even given them to her. To Zoe.