Chapter 14

When Cassandra had mentioned tending the yard, Gregory had assumed she just meant pulling a few weeds. After all, she'd planted those tulips with her own hands when they married, just for him! His expression was dark and unreadable as he said nothing. Cassandra stepped forward, groped for his sleeve, and feigned a pitiful tone as he asked, "Are you mad, Greg?" Faced with her question, he couldn't very well explode, no matter how furious he was. Forcing his voice to sound gentle, he stroked her cheek and said, "Of course not. Why would I get mad at you? "But why did you switch to yellow roses all of a sudden? I thought you'd always liked tulips." Cassandra almost laughed in irony. Back in college, she'd once told him that she liked roses. He hadn't said anything back then, but later, she overheard him talking to a friend over the phone and disdainfully calling roses garish and vulgar. Since he didn't like roses, she never brought it up again. Through all these years of loving G