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Chapter 72
“Hmph! I’ll give it to you, Bonnie. You got lucky and won the competition, but there’s no need to gloat about it!” Halle’s voice was full of bitterness. It was clear that Bonnie had triumphed over Rowena—there was no need for the expert’s evaluation to confirm that.
“When did I gloat?” Bonnie raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused.
“Just admit it. Your flower arranging skills are so good, they match an expert’s. Yet, you still chose to compete with us. Isn’t it obvious you wanted to humiliate us?” Rowena’s voice trembled, tears threatening to spill.
Bonnie shook her head. “Don’t judge me like that. I’ve never studied flower arranging. I just flipped through some books at the library when I was bored.”
Halle and Rowena exchanged skeptical glances. If what Bonnie said was true, then was she just naturally gifted? Could she really be that talented? No one could believe it. She’d have to be some sort of prodigy, a freak of nature!
Frustrated, Halle and Rowena stormed off, wailing in defeat.
Ivor turned to Bonnie, still trying to process what had just happened. “When did you learn flower arranging?” He couldn’t help but admire her impeccable skill. Could she have picked it up like she did with kickboxing, mastering everything with ease? Just how many talents did she have?
Bonnie answered, her tone firm. “Honestly, I’ve never studied flower arranging in my life. I wasn’t lying to them.”
Ivor’s eyes widened in disbelief. It wasn’t often that he was this surprised. After a beat, he asked, “You mean to say that you learned flower arranging just by flipping through a few books at the library? You really looked like a pro!”
Bonnie glanced at her arrangement. “I think it’s fine. It’s not that impressive.”
Ivor let out a sharp breath, his expression filled with awe. He turned his gaze toward Halle and Rowena, finally understanding why Grandpa had been so insistent on getting them together. He now saw it clearly—Grandpa wanted him to secure an extraordinary woman.
As Ivor continued to reflect, Bonnie sighed and muttered, “It’s exhausting being your fiancée. There are so many problems for me to sort out. Luckily, there are only a few days left.”
Ivor’s expression darkened, his mood shifting as his gaze grew colder.
“They just served chocolate,” Bonnie added, trying to shake off the tension. “I’m going to grab some.” With that, she walked away.
Floyd, who had been observing the whole scene, couldn’t help but comment, “Ms. Bonnie almost makes me feel bad about how ordinary I am.”
He glanced at Tim—who, unbeknownst to most, was secretly Jim—watching Bonnie closely as he positioned himself in her vicinity. “Tim’s doing his job well. He’s keeping close to her, even in a setting like this.”
Ivor noticed the same thing. He saw Jim standing a few feet away from Bonnie, leaning against the wall with a silent, watchful presence. It looked so natural, like Jim’s sole purpose was to ensure Bonnie’s safety.
Floyd frowned, a thought forming in his mind. “Say, do you think they know each other?”
Ivor looked puzzled. “Who are you talking about?”
Floyd caught himself. “Ms. Bonnie and Tim. I asked Alfred, and he confirmed they didn’t know each other when they first met. But… there’s something familiar about him.” Floyd’s gaze sharpened as he continued to study Jim.
Before Ivor could inquire further, Flynn, one of his cousins, suddenly appeared, striding confidently toward Bonnie.
He took a moment to scan Bonnie from head to toe before extending his hand. “Hey…”
Bonnie, unfazed, simply offered him a piece of chocolate. “You’re welcome,” she said before pulling her hand back, already reaching for another piece.