Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk

Chapter 340: The Taste of Love

At the end of March, the spring lady quietly slipped away.

Nora Northwood hurriedly rushed to the studio and paused briefly by Yvonne Winslow’s desk, knocking twice, "Yvonne, I have a question for you."

Yvonne, who was fiddling with her computer, looked up, "Ask away, nothing is held back."

Clearly, it’s merely a matter of speaking, but coming from her it sounded as if she were marching towards peril.

"If you liked someone, what scent do you think they should have?"

"Definitely not an ugly one," Yvonne joked and then answered seriously, "I like sunny type guys, so his scent should surprise me."

"I might understand." Nora threw that sentence in and was about to head towards the fragrance room.

After taking a few steps, she returned, "Yvonne, I didn’t expect you, the sophisticated lady, to like sunny, cheerful boys."

Having spent a long time together, this group could occasionally joke around with one another.

Nora finished her breakfast and glanced at the time.

The chocolate-colored watch face on her wrist complemented her fair skin.

She locked herself in the fragrance room, hesitatingly lingering in front of the cabinet of essential oils.

Her gaze was fixed on a bottle of Magnolia Bell.

Magnolia, also known as the messenger of love, symbolizes pure and flawless love.

Immediately, Nora raised her arm high and took down the Magnolia Bell from the rosewood shelf imbued with beautiful meanings.

After hundreds of experiments, she has combined a bottle of satisfactory essential oil.

The top notes smell bland, transitioning into middle and base notes where a sense of lightness emerges, ending with a double delight of body and soul.

For Nora, this is not just a batch of aromatherapy oils, it represents the journey of love between her and Jasper Sinclair.

The whole day, she was immersed in this place less than hundred square meters large, only coming out when night fell.

Nora waited for Jasper Sinclair on the first floor of the mall, the huge glass separated the city night view outside, yet blended with the flickering lights.

The phone vibrated twice with a "buzz-buzz".

She glanced at it, and with a smile in her eyes, she walked out of the mall.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, honey."

Nora’s gaze was drawn to the bouquet of white roses in the man’s arms.

"How come you suddenly thought of buying flowers?"

No girl dislikes flowers, and Nora, having run a flower shop for years, has a greater appreciation for flowers than most.

The color and style perfectly matched the vases at home.

Nora measured the diameter of the vase mouth roughly with her right finger length, pulled out half of the flowers and placed them in the vase, slightly adjusting the position.

"How’s that? Looks pretty good!" She turned to Jasper Sinclair, seeking praise fully in her eyes.

"Honey’s flower arrangement skills are the best I’ve seen."

"Have you seen others arranging flowers?"

Jasper Sinclair, puzzled, dug himself into a pit, glanced at Nora’s forehead, and said, "Go clean your hands first."

However neat the bouquet looked, once unwrapped, there was quite a bit of wet soil.

Soon, the scent of air freshener mixed with damp earth, creating an indescribable sense of inconsistency.

While Nora was in the bathroom, Jasper Sinclair gathered the scattered petals and leaves around the table into the garbage bin.

As for the remaining half of the bouquet... for the moment, he couldn’t think of a suitable use.