Elizabeth felt a flutter in her heart and quickly lowered her head.
Edward glanced at her pink earlobes and let out a soft chuckle, tilting the umbrella towards her as they made their way back to the flower shop together.
Indeed, the flower shop belonged to Elizabeth, and the familiar scent of flowers calmed her as they entered.
She reached behind the counter and grabbed a clean towel, offering it to the man who was looking around with interest, mimicking the action of wiping his hair. "Dry off, or you might catch a cold."
Edward took the towel and wiped his hair, sneezing several times, as if he had indeed caught a chill.
Elizabeth paused her hand on the account book and walked up the wooden staircase against the right wall. "Your clothes are all wet. You should take a hot shower."
"I havent asked your name yet," she said.
"Edward Cullen," he replied, "as in Edward of the Cullen family, Cullen as in the black gemstone."
Edward Cullen. Elizabeth repeated it in her mind and continued up the stairs without another word.
Due to the sparse population in Elder Street, far from the downtown city center, most residents had moved away, leaving behind vacant houses with cheap rent. Elizabeth had rented the flower shop with the convenience of a small wooden staircase leading to the second floor.
In the room, various floral patterns covered the space, clean and exuding a warm, homely feeling...
Edwards gaze focused on the woman moving around, his heart pounding as if the blood in his body was boiling. He seemed to have come to life, no longer the cold-blooded business emperor.
Elizabeth held a pair of light green floral slippers in one hand and a set of elderly leisurewear in the other, her expression slightly embarrassed.
"Im sorry, I dont have anything for men here. Youll have to make do for now. Your clothes can be dried with a hairdryer later, and theyll be wearable soon."
"Alright."
Edward took the slippers and clothes from her and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was old and small, with a water stain on the wall where leakage had occurred.
He was somewhat discontented, but seeing the neatly arranged shower gel and shampoo on the rack, and the purple lace edge cover in the corner, Edwards cleanliness issues became less severe.
"Edward! Are you showering?"
"No." Edwards expression was very indifferent.
"Um, I forgot something inside. Could you come out for a moment?" Elizabeths cheeks flushed as she had left her underwear inside, and she should have checked before Edward went in.
There was no response from inside, and as Elizabeth was about to speak again, the bathroom door opened.
Edward stood naked, leaning against the door frame, his eight-pack abs clearly defined, with a deep V-line extending into his underwear with letter edges...
Elizabeth hastily withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and walked inside without noticing the door frame on the ground.
"Ah!"
Elizabeth instinctively waved her hand to grab something but ended up grabbing Edwards arm.
She gasped in her heart, her face inexplicably flushed as she reached for her underwear hanging on the rack, tucked it into her top, and walked out of the bathroom.
"You can take your shower now." With that, she hurried away.