Juliana looked at Benson's tall and straight figure and asked with a chuckle, "Why are you here?"

He still had black roses in his hand, and he always brought flowers to her after work every day.

Sometimes a bunch, sometimes a flower, sometimes roses, sometimes lilies.

It had become her habit to receive his flowers every day.

Benson closed the door, walked up to her, and handed her the flowers, "I came to see you on your first day of work."

He waited all day, ...