Chapter 59 Bewitched

Gregory furrowed his brows, his voice calm but firm as he said, "Charlie, didn't you say you wanted to see the fish in the pond outside? Grandpa will take you." Charlie nodded. Mary scooped him up. "Alright, let's go see the fish." As Gregory turned to leave, his gaze briefly flickered to me before quickly shifting away. The moment they were gone, I turned to William, my voice cold as ice. "What is this supposed to mean?" William met my eyes, then suddenly stood up and pulled out a bouquet of roses he had hidden earlier. "You used to love blue roses. I picked these just for you." I didn't take them. I just stared at him without expression, my gaze devoid of even the faintest fondness considering our past. He didn't look the least bit surprised by my indifference. Then, he dropped to his knees. His eyes were tinged red. I was disgusted and took two steps back. What the hell was he up to now? "Eleanor, I was wrong, okay? I was just momentarily blinded. I lost my way and never