CHAPTER 164

He wasn't even speaking from his brain - he had to read from a note. That meant that for all he cared, whatever he was saying could have been written by a talented poet so that he could move the crowd and make them think that he was genuinely sorry about her death. He was the murderer of the deceased for heaven’s sake, why was no one seeing that?

If he truly had so many beautiful things to say about Rose, why wouldn't he close up the note he had and speak from his brain? He was reading from a note and yet the guests were foolish enough to think that he was genuine.

“—so you know, one of the beautiful memories that we had just clicked on my brain.”

“We were on our honeymoon and the moon showed up. We stared at the moon for almost an hour while we laughed and joked with each other on the tropical beach.”

“I looked at her and said to her - do you know that the moon is saddest when it is in its full shape? She looked at me, her face was very curious and she asked why it was so.”

“I told h
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