WITHERED FLOWER.

“I don’t understand what you are still doing here,” Payton shook her head as she entered her office.

The event had ended, and everyone had left already, except her staff who were taking care of the hall they had used.

While she had entered her office, King had followed, looking around like he had lost something.

Kind did not answer, instead, he chuckled and said, “Your office looks just as I imagined it to be.”

The several little paintings on the wall, the flowers in her office. The office, clean, and tidy.

“Why have you not left yet?” She asked.

King did not answer and stood in front of a painting. It was a withered flower that was drawn there. Even though it was withered, it looked so lonely that he wondered how she had drawn it.

“T… this painting,” he twitched his mouth upward.

Payton sighed and looked away. She began to arrange her table as she took glances at the man who seemed engrossed in the paintings

Earlier, before her mother-in-law had left, she had met with her father and