Chapter 270: A Lone Man and a Widow Share a Room_1

Looking at the radiant smile on Wyatt Perry's face, Claudia Ross felt her heart viciously squeezed by an invisible hand, her steps slowing down involuntarily.

It was as if Wyatt Perry couldn't see her resistance, walking over with the roses in his arms.

Each rose in his hands had been personally clipped by him, and he had carefully removed the thorns, ensuring they wouldn't prick Claudia Ross's delicate hands before presenting them to her.

The white roses before her made Claudia Ross's eyes warm, but she didn't accept them. Without any emotion, she said, "Mr. Perry, please take me home."

Since returning from America, she had never called him by name again.

"Mr. Perry" was a symbol of identity, a sign she used to draw clear boundaries between them.

Wyatt Perry watched the expressionless Claudia Ross, his heart aching spasmodically.

He would never know how hard she had worked just to face him calmly, without a ripple of emotion.