Chapter eighty-seven
After his ordeal with his psycho wacko wife at his company's building, Aaron headed to the florist shop to pick up the flowers for Helen who was still infuriated at him for lying to her about their marital status.

Aaron as far as he was concerned was already tied to her in ways she could never imagine. He blamed the damn amnesia for that situation he found himself in. But as a man who knew how to get what he wanted, he was going to start from scratch to get her to fall for him all over again.

First, flowers were a lady's best friend. "Good day, Mr. Churchill." He noticed the lady at the counter sent him a flirtatious gaze as she popped up her little titties in his face. Uninterested in her advances, he collected what he came for and without giving her another walk out of Hathaway's Flower Heaven. "Women," Aaron muttered to himself with a disappointed nod.

The Churchill mansion never felt so close yet distant as he sauntered up the stairs, hoping to coincidentally collide with Hele
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