Chapter 98 Breaking Up With Olivia

• Caleb strode into the flower shop, urgency etched on his face as he scanned the vibrant throng of blossoms that crowded the small space. The scent of fresh-cut stems mingled with the earthy hint of damp soil—a stark contrast to the emotional storm clouding his thoughts. He exhaled, trying to steady his racing heart.
• "Please, I need your help," he said, locking eyes with the florist, who was trimming the thorns off roses with a practiced hand, her movements precise and almost violent in their efficiency.
• The florist looked up, her smile a sharp slash across her otherwise plain features. She set her shears down with a decisive click against the counter. "Of course. How can I help?" she asked, her tone light but her eyes probing, sensing the undercurrents of turmoil that Caleb carried with him like a second skin.