Chapter: 1657

To Cliff, the roses carried an almost offensive odor. He grimaced.

“Don't accept any flowers in the future."

Laney, misunderstanding his irritation as impatience from her making him wait, felt a slight pushback. "It's rude to refuse a gift from the audience."

“Do you really think he's merely an audience member?" Cliff challenged.

“That's what he told me.”