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But the following sentence made her dismiss the thought. "That's too annoying. Just take a bunch of all of them."

Taking all would confuse the meanings. They didn't match. Maybe it was just coincidence that he choose the offensive flowers after all. An earl wouldn't waste his time to learn the flower language, right?

Convinced by her own logic and too relieved to be on guard anymore, she gave in and stretched out her hand to the daffodils. "Well, okay. They don't look that bad all together. Help me plug them, please."

Behind her back, the earl had a hard time trying not to laugh. She fell for his scheme and was picking the daffodils herself now! It really was a sight to behold.

Of course, he himself stretched his hand to the peony, not one of these with bad meaning. Just as his long fingers touched the stem, his face fell. A tendril of darkness escaped from his flesh, digging into the flower, spreading until the whole blossom was shrouded in black. In a m