Free Web NovelChapter 1587: Chapter 1587: Why Did He Buy Flowers?
"Lilies, Spirea, Odontoglossum, Gladiolus, I need five pots of each," Ian Shelby wandered in front of a row of flower stands, pointing with his finger, "and also Peonies, and Bells of Ireland."
"Alright." The guard followed him with a tablet in hand, diligently taking notes.
While writing, he couldn’t help but glance at him, drawing a big question mark in his mind: this Prince Louis, despite looking quite masculine, why would he like flowers?
He was tall and didn’t appear effeminate at all, right?
"They don’t have Red Bamboo here, nor do they have Tulips and Chamomile." Ian Shelby walked around, frowning slightly in disappointment.
He turned around and said to them, "Let’s do it this way, let’s not shop here for now. First, load these onto the car to take back, and then I’ll give you a list to buy everything according to it."
"Yes, Prince."
On the way back, the guards each had their doubts.
All were wondering if there was anything wrong with Prince Louis’s preferences?
Why would a man of his stature like these delicate flowers?
Sitting by the window, Ian Shelby held a tablet, recording what flowers were still missing, occasionally remembering one and jotting down its name.
In the eyes of the guards, Prince Louis seemed quite knowledgeable about flowers, with names on the tablet that they had never even heard of.
"Alright, just buy these for now, please make sure to purchase them all," he said, handing over the tablet. "I need them in the palace and the courtyard by this afternoon. I’ll give you a layout plan; those not afraid of wind and sun can be placed outside."
"Does the Prince really like flowers?" a guard couldn’t help but ask, "These flowers exceed the entire annual purchase volume of our royal family, and usually only princesses like them."
"The love for beauty is common to all." Ian Shelby looked at him, his voice calm and gentle, "Seeing flowers blossom naturally cheers me up. I really love their vibrant look; it symbolizes hope."
This explanation made sense; Prince Louis is indeed a person who loves life.
The extended Lincoln drove towards the majestic palace—
Steadily moving through the bustling streets, Ian Shelby turned his eyes to the window, watching the scenery slowly pass by.
The last time he took this route, it felt like a century ago.
Everything here is so familiar yet strange, as if in a dream, yet a dream illuminated by reality.
Are the friends in Riventhal doing well?
Is Jocelyn doing well?
Ian Shelby couldn’t help but think of the day they parted; there wasn’t even time to explain to her, and he really misses her.
This relationship is destined to go through a lot; all he wishes is for the outcome to be beautiful.
At this moment, he still noticed there was a car not far behind, following closely. If his travels are being monitored, then his calls surely are too.
He can’t involve Jocelyn or the Morgan family.
Before finding out who harmed his father, he doesn’t want to drag anyone else into this.
Today, the sun is shining brightly.
Jocelyn Morgan sat in a café by the window, with warm sunlight streaming through. Her hair tied in a high ponytail, a white blouse paired with a blue long skirt, she looked quite elegant.
Her hands were typing away, immersed in her thoughts.
As she typed the final period, she scanned the finished manuscript at lightning speed.
Then, she opened the website, copied the written Chapters, and clicked to publish.
Updating four Chapters in a row, and after publishing the last one, she picked up the coffee cup on her left and finally took a relaxed sip.
At this moment, a black extended Lincoln drove past on the street outside...
