The Soft-Hearted Wife of Mr. Big Shot-Chapter 176: Coincidence

Holly sat in Leo’s office playing games, while Leo was busy handling documents—one relaxed, one busy, forming a striking contrast.

Holly felt like she was always idling around, while Leo seemed a bit busy.

"Hmm, suddenly I feel like I’m so free."

Holly glanced up, yawned, and said in a somewhat lazy tone.

Hmm, it was true.

Her day seemed to be just eating, drinking, and having fun. If she wasn’t eating, she was playing, as if she really didn’t have much serious business to attend to.

"Being idle is good."

Leo glanced at Holly, her lips subtly curled.

It’s best if the young girl stays idle. Being too busy isn’t good. Being idle allows one to do many things.

"Brother, shall we go out this weekend?"

Holly suddenly thought of something, batting her eyes slowly as she spoke, her eyes filled with amusement.

Hmm, she had another idea suddenly.

"Sure."

Leo nodded, of course, he would agree to Holly’s request.

Leo: "Where to?"

The young girl was particularly familiar with Arkenfall, knowing many places and where the fun and good food were.

Although he too grew up in Arkenfall, he wasn’t as knowledgeable as Holly, perhaps because he wasn’t really interested in these things in the past.

He didn’t have high demands regarding food—he ate whatever was cooked at home—and he wasn’t fond of playing.

"It’s a secret for now."

Holly blinked mysteriously, her eyes full of amusement.

Of course, she had to surprise Leo; his birthday was approaching, and she wanted to prepare a surprise for him in advance.

"Alright."

Leo didn’t press further, looking at Holly with a pampered, gentle gaze.

The young girl didn’t want to say, so he wouldn’t ask.

"You work, I’m going out for a bit."

Holly suddenly put down her phone, dressed neatly, and ran out.

Leo watched Holly leave, dotingly shook his head, and then lowered his head, continuing with his work.

The young girl was a bit mischievous; playing was Holly’s nature.

On the bustling street, Holly went straight to the florist. Looking at the flowers inside, she smiled.

They say a formal romance begins with receiving a bouquet, not only with boys giving flowers to girls. Actually, girls can also give flowers to boys.

Holly thought she could give Leo a bouquet, a surprising surprise for him.

There’s a saying that’s particularly good: boys may kneel on one knee, and girls can also hold flowers.

Yes, the distinction between boys and girls in this world isn’t that vast; nothing must be distinctly separated by gender.

"Young lady, what kind of flowers do you want? Sending to a friend or an elder?"

The florist’s owner lady welcomed Holly with a cheerful smile, warmly greeting her.

"I want a bouquet of roses."

Holly’s gaze swept around the florist, settling on the vibrant roses, her lips slightly curving.

She could imagine Leo’s surprised gaze upon receiving the flowers; he would surely be quite amazed.

"How many flowers, and for whom?"

The florist owner lady teased with a cheerful smile, her eyes full of laughter.

It’s quite rare to see young girls buying roses; usually, it’s boys buying roses more frequently.

Boys like buying roses to please their girlfriends. Through years of running a florist, she’s understood quite a bit.

"Just give me ninety-nine roses, packaged nicely."

"They’re for my boyfriend. Can I pick them myself?"

Holly’s lips held a smile, her face soft and gentle, thinking about Leo made her heart filled with joy, her eyes involuntarily filled with laughter.

"Young lady’s boyfriend is surely very lucky to receive flowers from his girlfriend."

Florist owner lady was surprised for a moment, looking at Holly, her eyes were all smiling.

This young lady is truly beautiful; her boyfriend shouldn’t be lacking either.

Holly went to select flowers, each one was chosen carefully, she could imagine Leo’s expression, and her smile grew even thicker.

Holly handed the selected flowers to the florist owner lady, then sat on the side waiting for her to package them.

"Holly?"

An elegant woman suddenly walked into the shop, staring at Holly playing on her phone in the shop, slightly surprised.

She watched Holly with a sense of disbelief.

Holly raised her eyes, meeting the woman’s gaze, and was stunned.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The two spoke in unison, showing remarkable harmony, their expressions somewhat similar.

"I’m buying flowers."

"I’m buying flowers."

The two exchanged glances, speaking simultaneously, their expressions particularly alike.

"Ah, you’re here. I’ve finished packaging your flowers."

The florist owner lady saw the newcomer, putting down her work and quickly came forward, smiling widely.

Seemed indeed a bit familiar.

"I’ll take it later."

Rose Sawyer smiled broadly.

Though she’s aged, she maintains herself well, full of charm, with a classic beauty elegance and grace.

"When did you come back? Weren’t you in Bexley?"

Rose’s gaze settled on Holly’s face, inquiring slowly.

"Weren’t you retired in the countryside, why are you in the city?"

Holly was not to be outdone, raising her eyebrow, smiling as she looked at Rose.

Both Holly and Rose were rendered speechless, turning their heads not to look at each other.

Holly had mentioned to Rose about going to Bexley, but hadn’t mentioned returning.

In Holly’s perception, Rose was still in a picturesque place, sunbathing, drinking beverages, idling away every day.

"Oh dear, you know each other."

The florist owner lady smiled, watching Holly and Rose.

The more she looked, the more Holly and Rose seemed incredibly similar in appearance, giving an impression of mother-daughter closeness.

"Don’t know each other."

"Don’t know each other."

Both Holly and Rose simultaneously turned their heads aside, speaking with particular disdain.

Florist owner lady: "..."

This, seemed quite amusing.

Claiming not to know each other yet showing remarkable harmony, and their appearance bore some resemblance, unless she’s blind, one couldn’t believe they didn’t know each other.

"Take your flowers and leave, staying here is quite annoying."

Holly disdainfully glanced at Rose, speaking slowly with a truly disdainful tone.

Rose: "..."

Goodness, this speaking attitude, truly itching for mischief.

"You speak with such an attitude?"

Rose’s eyes settled on Holly, her lips moved slightly with a bit of gritted teeth.

"Yes."

Holly raised her eyes, meeting Rose’s gaze.