Chapter 101: Bouquet of Flowers
Two weeks had passed, and the excitement on Zamian’s face was undeniable. The past weeks had been challenging, filled with demanding meetings, restless nights, and long hours away from home, but the thought of seeing Mira again had overwhelmed him to the point where all the previous stress seemed to melt away.
The flight was booked, and they were set to arrive at the mansion in forty minutes—a thirty-minute flight followed by a ten-minute drive.
Zamian couldn’t quite comprehend the intensity of his happiness. Of course, he knew he was excited to be reunited with his wife, but something about this moment felt different, more profound. It felt as if all he had ever wanted, all he had worked for, had been building up to this reunion with Mira.
During these two weeks, they had barely communicated. In fact, they had only contacted each other once, and that had been out of necessity. His tight schedule had reduced their original plans—what was meant to be a month-long separation had been shortened to two weeks. He had convinced himself that the two weeks would pass quickly, that he could bear the distance, but now, all he could think about was Mira. The countdown to see her had consumed him, and each passing minute felt like an eternity.
"Um, boss, time to go," one of his men said, snapping Zamian out of his thoughts. He nodded, his face lighting up with a smile as the anticipation surged through him. He had already been aware, even without the reminder. A large bouquet of roses and the delicate, rare Senerp flowers, Mira’s favorite, lay waiting in the car. He had spent hours selecting them, knowing that their beauty would be nothing compared to the joy of seeing Mira’s smile when she received them.
Zamian entered the vehicle and settled into the leather seat. As the car zoomed off, he couldn’t help but glance at the bouquet again, imagining her reaction.
"Do you think she’ll like them?" Zamian asked, his voice holding a rare trace of uncertainty. His eyes remained fixed on the flowers, picturing Mira’s delighted expression.
"Absolutely, sir. Mrs. Mira—your wife—will love these beautiful flowers," his assistant reassured him from the front seat. There was a sense of conviction in his words that seemed to soothe Zamian’s nerves.
He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. The thought of seeing Mira, of holding her again, was all that mattered. She had been through so much, and the least he could do was be there for her now. Zamian knew her strength—how much she had endured—and it was that strength that had pushed him even harder to make this reunion happen. Everything he did was for her.