Chapter 82

That impossibly handsome face grew even more austere, like a masterpiece hanging in a museum. Elise froze, evidently not expecting to see Samuel there. Her brain stalled, and she blurted, "Why are you here?" His voice was as cool as the morning air. "Does this place have your name on it?" Well, no. It was just downright strange to see him there. Elise couldn't communicate with him and decided not to try. She walked to Victoria's grave. When she set down the basket full of offerings, she noticed a white chrysanthemum on the tomb. There were still droplets of dew on it—it was freshly picked. With Samuel being there, it felt even more unsettling. She asked, "Did you put this here?" He glanced over and said frostily, "I saw the flower and thought it looked nice, so I picked it to give to someone. I took a photo and was told it's a chrysanthemum, which is usually used for funerals. So I tossed it." Elise's temper flared. "This is my grandmother's grave!" Samuel didn't even flinch. "H