CHAPTER 123

ARGON

Returning back from the office after attending to the pending project, I decided to stop by and get Brielle a rose. The green flower of course, since she has come to like the rare plant, and I've come to accept that term.

The florist had suggested the red, pointing out its true meaning. But what's the need of getting that, when Brielle has no interest in that color?

"This would do," I said,