This time, Wesley came with a bouquet of white baby's breath. The flowers were beautiful, but

Blair shot a cold glance at the expressionless man. His attitude was unbelievable. He was here to apologize, but wearing such an arrogant face. ‘What a jerk!’

“Anything you want to say?"

"Yes." He began to walk inside with the flowers in his hands.

Blair knew she couldn't stop him, so she just let him walk in this time.

Wesley handed her the new bouquet.

“This time, I went to Damon, not

Megan."

“Did Damon tell you what white baby's breath means?"

He nodded, “Yes. It means protection and care." He thought this was the right one. He wanted to protect her and care for her, so he figured he was in Like flint.

Blair smirked.

"Protection and care? Seriously? Wrong flower, man!

That's the meaning of white heather. This is spirituality and innocence. Do I seem spiritual or innocent to you? Take your flowers and get out!"

The bouquet was back in Wesley's hands again

In less than two minutes, he was driven out of the room and the door was shut behind him.

The third day, Wesley stood in front of the red roses in a flower shop.

He hesitated for a long time but just couldn't decide. The owner of the shop noted his uniform and decided to leave him be. But her body language indicated exasperation, not to mention the snorts, sighs, and eye-rolling. Wesley suddenly pointed to a bouquet of Peruvian lilies their golden petals displayed majestically. He simply said, "There

That one.”

Then, he went to the hotel and knocked on Blair's room once again.

Blair opened the door, wearing a strapless nightgown. She lazily leaned against the door and said with a yawn, “Lily flowers symbolize pure friendship or devotion. Which one do you mean?"

After a pause, he said, “Pure friendship.“

“Sorry. I'm not interested in being your friend. Colonel Wesley, please don't come here again!" This time, the door was closed before he could have a chance to step inside.

The fourth day, with the help of a professional florist, Wesley bought a bouquet of yellow roses. The professional said yellow roses meant apologies and blessings

Wesley believed Blair wouldn't turn him away this time. However, after a simple glance at the flowers, she said coldly, “Wrong color."

At this point, he had totally run out of patience. Ignoring her refusal, he stuffed the flowers in her arms, forced her inside and kicked the door closed. He pressed the woman against the wall. The bouquet was squished between them, a few petals dropping onto the floor. He called out in a low voice, "Blair..."