Who Is This Guy Calling Himself My Boyfriend?

I remembered every detail, even the warmth of Jason's cheek, as if it were still pressed against my fingers. Yet Susan said he stayed late because Felicity had made things difficult for me.

Why hadn't he told me? And why had he secretly dealt with all those problems without a word?

A ridiculous thought wormed its way into my head. Could it be that he had once liked me as well?

Before I could get lost in such daydreams, a new delivery order popped up. I recognized the number immediately—it was Jason.

It was the same number we had chosen together, differing only in the last two digits.

The pink fantasy I had been spinning was abruptly shattered by reality. I took a deep breath and splashed cold water on my face twice.

Once I had calmed down, I checked the order notes. "Please put this on the card: 'Giselle, happy 100 days together, and to many more years with you.'"

It was so cheesy that I almost felt like scribbling something ridiculous on the card just to mess with it.

At worst, he could leave me a bad review, but in the end, I let it go and began carefully putting together the bouquet.

My name was Winter, yet I had always had a soft spot for passion and color. The flowers I picked were lively and bright, capturing a summer feel that suited Giselle perfectly. I imagined she would like them.

Just as I was about to call for a delivery, the doorbell rang. "Welcome."

I looked up and met Jason's eyes across the room.

"You actually opened this place?" he asked, clearly surprised. "Not bad, Winter. Flying solo at last!"

It was the first time we had met in person since they got together.

Jason wore a striking white suit, his hair perfectly styled, and his dark eyes gleamed as if they could set anyone's heart on fire. I could tell he had an important date tonight.

I passed him the flowers. "Yeah, whoever wants to do this menial work can have it. I'm free from the grind."

With a teasing grin, I added, "Oh, right—you're still a corporate lackey at that big firm, aren't you?"

Jason immediately jumped, holding the flowers in one hand and reaching to tap my head with the other. "You don't get it! I'm Giselle's husband, and that's what matters. Being a lackey outside for a while doesn't take away an ounce of my dignity!"

My playful grin froze for an instant. Realizing my lapse, I looked down, then back up with a mischievous smirk. "You're getting married? So soon?"

I didn't even know what I was expecting inside.

Jason wore that infuriatingly smug grin. "I'm getting a whirlwind wedding! You've been single forever—you wouldn't understand!"

I didn't understand. How could he say things like that so casually in front of me?

At that instant, I could no longer keep up the act. It had taken too much out of me. When Jason saw the shift in my expression, his smile faltered ever so slightly.

A flicker of something complicated passed through his eyes, and I didn't catch it in time.

Just as I wanted to stubbornly ask something for myself, Jason suddenly turned serious. "Winter, you'll meet someone better one day."

He ruffled my hair, hugged the flowers, and turned to leave. I stood there in a daze, savoring the words he had left me.

"Someone better."

Better than whom?