Chapter 67

• I glanced over at the flowers in the bouquet on my desk, my heart flipping over slightly. I had also assumed that Dean was the one who sent the flowers. But since whoever sent the flowers had the nerve to sign that they were my husband, only Frank could it be. "These aren't from Dean. They are from Frank," I told her, and Hannah's eyes went wide.
• "Mr. Lanka sent you flowers? Are you two-"
• "No, we are not. Don't you have something to do, Hannah?" I asked, furrowing my brows.