I wasn't sure if my guess was too exaggerated. But Sasha's expression showed that it was an absurd situation that no one could imagine.

After hesitating, I tried to play down my guess. "Boba tea?"

Sasha spoke mysteriously, "Nope! It's for a two-dollar bottled water and a one-dollar tissue paper."

I could hardly believe my ears. "Really?"

"Yeah." Sasha then said with disdain, "He calculated every penny he spent on her. In the five years they were together, he spent just over a thousand dollars on her."

I blinked in disbelief.

Sasha continued with a touch of schadenfreude, "Seeing him go so far, the woman couldn't be bothered to tolerate him any longer and decided to burn the bridges. She made a list of all the money she'd spent on him.

"Looking at the total, she realized she'd spent no less than 200 thousand dollars on him. She was furious and slapped the bill in his face, demanding that he pay her back."

I had never heard of such a thing. "Did he agree to pay her back?"

"Of course not!" Sasha was still enjoying the drama. "He just bought her flowers, hoping she'd take him back. But the woman had already seen through him, so she refused."

Just then, her expression turned strange. "Then, he tried to give the flowers to me. I could tell from his character that if I accepted the flowers, he'd probably count the cost of them against me and ask for reimbursements."

Pursing her lips, Sasha didn't know how to express the frustration she was feeling. "Everything was in his favor. If he won her back with the flowers, he didn't have to repay that 200 thousand dollars. If he failed, I'd be the one picking up the tab for the flowers. He doesn't have to pay a single cent."

Sasha was still in disbelief. "I'm not stupid, so I didn't take them. Still, there was this woman, Joanna Robertson, who actually took them. She said she admired this weird guy.

"I warned her, telling her what would happen if she accepted the flowers. But she said I was just jealous that someone gave her flowers."

As Sasha repeated the line, she laughed in exasperation. "What's there to be jealous of? It's just flowers! I can buy them myself if I want!" Saying that, she grabbed her phone, ready to place an order.

I quickly stopped her. "I'll buy them for you."

Sasha looked at me, surprised.

I picked up my phone and began carefully selecting. "What kind of flowers do you like?"

"Roses, I think." Sasha rested her chin on my shoulder. "A big, huge bouquet."Content is © by .

I smiled. "No problem."

Sasha wrapped her arms around my waist. Her voice was filled with unmasked gratitude as she said, "You're so good to me."

"It's nothing," I said as I placed the order for the most expensive bouquet at the shop, then ruffled her hair.

Sasha smiled and checked the time on her phone. Realizing she was running late, she hurriedly got up. "I've got to get back to work!" She then rushed out the door.

After she left, Zane finally spoke up, "You really spoil her." He seemed puzzled. "Can you tell me why?"

Instead of answering directly, I asked, "Don't you think she's young and full of energy?"

He looked at me. "But aren't you young, too?"

I froze for a moment, then realized I was only in my 20s as well. But I'd been through so much that my mindset had matured.

I didn't deny it. "True."

...

The villa's yard was large. Jessica sat under the shade of a tree, leisurely sipping coffee.

Yesterday, she had visited Annalise, who had made it clear that she wouldn't get back together with Steven.