Natalie pov.

I sat in Ron's office. On the desktop, a tiny vase was filled with wild flowers, emitting a faint scent. This kind of flower may not be brought from the flower store, so I curiously stared at them for a moment.

"This is a kind of wild flower that John picked from outside. He said he liked the smell of the flower. While I don’t think he has a good taste." When Ron talked about the wild flowers, he looked at me as if to inform me about something. He then took a cup of tea, placed it in front of me, and sat down opposite me.

I...