Chapter 558 A Blind Florist

It had been a week since I saw Shawn. His built figure appeared in my sight; indifference sat upon his brows and his expression remained emotionless. Someone welcomed his arrival and he followed the person into the building. I bided in the car for ten minutes, figuring the meeting would take a long time. Thus, I asked the driver to drive to a nearby florist. To find a florist in operation at this hour was challenging; the driver drove the car to almost every part of Ashere just to find one. There was a young lady sitting by the door.