Chapter 548 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• He kicked back, lazily watching her buzzing around the garden. There was this incredibly intriguing flower in the garden Spotting it, she lit up, “Zavi, what’s this flower? I’ve never seen it before, can you tell me?” Botany really wasn’t his forte, so he was clueless about what flower it was. He didn’t answer, and didn’t plan on doing so. Looking into her bright eyes, he let out a harsh line, “Who told you to call me Zavi?” “Is there a problem with me calling you Zavi?” She looked at him, her dewy eyes filled with confusion. Her voice was such a melody, especially when the word Zavi was on her lips, soft and tender, like a gentle strum on his heartstrings. But he coldly snuffed out the light in her eyes. “You’re not qualified to call me that.” She never spoke of him in that way after that.
• He used every trick in the book to get her to call him that again, even after they got married and when they were having the most private moments in bed. She would make concessions on anything, but never on his name. He knew she held grudges. # One day, he asked her why she was watering the plants. She said she liked doing it, and she used to do it all the time at home. He bought it, hook, line, and sinker After they got married, he had the yard filled with all sorts of plants and flowers for her. With all those plants, he didn’t bother hiring a gardener. He thought she enjoyed taking care of plants, so he left her to tend to the whole garden on her own. Before, he didn’t realize how much work it was to maintain so many plants. Whenever he was home, he hardly ever saw her caring for the plants. She would always take care of them when he wasn’t home. Until one time, he came back from a business trip two days early and saw her slaving away in the garden, weeding and watering, her back aching, complaining.
• “Is Zavier out of his mind? He’s into plants, fills the yard with them but doesn’t hire a gardener. He doesn’t take care of them himself, dumps all the hard work on me. Does he think I’m his maid?” He had the yard filled with flowers because he heard she liked watering plants, so she’d have something to do when he wasn’t around and she wouldn’t be so bored. He didn’t get why she was so pissed. He asked her, “Are you tired?” She said, “I’m fine.” He asked, “Didn’t you say you like watering plants?” She shot back, “I like watering plants? News to me” At that point, he even wondered if he remembered it wrong. But now he realizes, it wasn’t a memory slip, it was just that she grew up in a certain kind of family, where she had to learn certain things.