CHAPTER 442

Damon walked over and picked up the bouquet, his face emotionless as he took a sniff.

I was taken aback, blurting out, "Last time I saw you holding flowers was our wedding day, and you looked terrible."

Only I knew how I felt that day.

Damon exuded nothing but repulsion towards me. When he presented me with the bouquet, his eyes were devoid of warmth, as if he was handing me a knife instead.

Everyone else was happy for me then. Luna and my parents included. Despite knowing that my love was unrequited, they were happy that I managed to marry Damon.

My heart was torn between joy and sorrow, unable to fully describe my feelings.

Damon, still holding the flowers, froze for a second as if lost in thought.

"Why bring up something from so long ago?" He asked.

I didn't know.

Memories have a way of resurfacing when you least expect it.

I didn't answer Damon's question, instead telling him, "Those flowers were from Catherine."