Chapter: 1819

“I used to have a soft spot for them. Rachel raised her eyebrows.

“But I eventually grew tired of them."

"Why?" Mason couldn't resist asking. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that if you'd rather not."

"It's alright." Rachel smiled, eyeing the clusters of red roses. She cast her thoughts back to six years ago when she used to happily pick out roses, daydreaming about clutching the most stunning bouquet at her wedding. "Feels like I've suddenly matured and changed. I got weary of everything I once liked, including roses."

Hearing this, Mason glimpsed a hint of sorrow in Rachel's eyes.