His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 66

#Chapter 66 – Flowers

Stella

Inputting data files one by one is such tedious work. With every file, I have to carefully type in the Information and then triple check each line to make for sure that everything is correctly entered. If even one thing is wrong, Adrian’s project will not be able to function properly and it will all be my fault.

So no pressure, right?

What I appreciate about the tedious work, though, is the fact that it helps distract me when I am resting in the

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hospital or at home when there is nothing else to do. The sounds from the clicking keyboard help fill in the silence

and it keeps my mind distracted from thoughts about Adrian and what he said to me yesterday.

My bed is comfortable, all thanks to my brothers who bought me the fluffiest pillows imaginable, and it is making me want to fall asleep while slowly typing in the new data. yawn, covering my mouth, ready to take a small nap, when there is a knock at my door.

I raise an eyebrow but I do not leave the safety of my bed, unsure who is on the other side of the door. I look through the doorway and wait, hoping that the person leaves on their own.

They do not. Another knock sounds through my apartment. let out a quiet sigh and weakly leave my bed, my legs still feeling like jelly but at least all of the aches have left my body.

I slowly cross my apartment, aiming for the front door. There is another knock and I try to respond but my voice is replaced by a cough. As soon as I approach, I lean against the door for support before opening it up.

A deliveryman waits outside. He looks down at his phone, mask covering his face. He looks like he is about to walk away when he turns around, his eyes creasing as if he is smiling underneath his mask.

I stand behind the door and poke my head out, unsure if this is someone here to hurt me or if he truly is delivering something.

“Miss Stella?” he asks. I nod. “These are for you!”

The deliveryman pulls out a bouquet of white orchids from behind his back. My eyes widen at the sight and I step around the door, taking the large arrangement into my arms. I look between the man and the flowers, shocked by the sudden gift.

“May I ask who this is from?” I ask, stopping the man before he can walk away.

“These are from your husband, Adrian, ma’am,” the man answers me.

Taking a glance at the orchids, a sense of unease runs through me. Adrian sent me these?

“Can you take these back-” I look back up and notice that the deliveryman has already left and has disappeared down the hallway.

I look down at the white orchids, the petals smelling like a garden come to life. I love the scent, making me feel more at ease inside my apartment after the slight scare with the deliveryman. However, the lingering feeling of suspicion remains in the back of my mind.

Why would Adrian send me flowers, though? Did he not just tell me to die and disappear yesterday? What is with the sudden switch up?

Well, whatever it is, I am in no mood to deal with the constant whiplash of his mood swings and how he feels towards me. If he is going to constantly be indecisive, then I will be the one to make the decision for him.

I approach my trashcan and dump the flowers inside. A small white card catches my attention. I pluck it from the

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petals and read Adrian’s essage.

Dear Stella,

Will you please call me? There is something I would like to discuss with you. I hop you enjoy the flowers. They remind me of our wedding.

Sincerely, Adrian

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I roll my eyes at his message, unable to take it seriously. Is this the same man who wants me to die? Or is this a new clone of Adrian that suddenly cares for me? Some kind of clone that he made to handle all of the troubles in his life?

I flick the note into the trashcan and walk back to my bedroom, getting comfortable in the bed once again. Sliding my laptop onto my lap, I move back to my website, clicking to the messaging board I set up for my clients.