Chapter 122 - Want to be your man (3) (1/2)

Stefan took Summer to the room next to his room. It used to be Tiger's room. A lot of his pictures and toys were still well-kept there.

”Go to sleep, boy. I'm going to see your mommy. She probably is asleep right now. I don't think she will care to wait for me. Your mommy doesn't love me, I know. Goodnight, my boy.”

The sad voice said to the puppy. Watching him buried his face in the soft blanket and slowly closed his eyes then Stefan walked out of the room.

When reaching for the door, Stefan paused. He had a flash thought in his head. So, he turned back and went back downstairs. Around the marble terrace, his mother planted beautiful roses there. Both sides of the steps, there were the small designed gardens in semi-circles shapes. Various colors of roses blossoming so beautifully and elegantly.

Stefan smiled when looking at the queen of flowers. He had never given her any flowers before since she had moved in.

His eyes swept around for a moment. When he saw the flower he wanted, he then reached and grabbed it.

”Ouch! Shit! That hurts!”

The man who never picked roses from its brush swore fiercely in the night. He lowered his voice when thinking that he did not want anybody to hear him. Stefan looked at his hand got blood because of the thorns.

”Stupid man!”

The harsh voice murmured cursing at him. He sucked blood from his fingers, felt something pinching so Stefan knew there were a few thorns buried in there somewhere.

When he could think, he walked back inside the house and headed to the kitchen. The tall figure looked for a pair of scissors and when he saw them, he grabbed the pair and walked out to the roses again.

His hand was still sore. He was sure that there were stupid sharp thorns in his hand. But he ignored the pain and looked at the flowers.

”Hm, which one? A rosebud or blossoming one?”

He was consulting himself, standing to scan at the beautiful roses for a moment before deciding to cut one. The red color. Stefan smiled he thought it was one of the most beautiful ones. The handsome face was lightened up with a smile, felt satisfied and bent down to sniff the rose in his hand.

”One or two, or three?”

He consulted himself again. Only one rose looked nice but Stefan could feel its loneliness.

”You need a friend.”

He murmured then cut another flower and smiled at the roses in his hand.