ter 22 A Gift That Can’t Be Faked
Chapter 22 A Gift That Can’t Be Faked
Nero’s gaze was deep and unreadable as he stared at her,
Claudia suddenly felt a chill spread across her skin, like she was being enveloped by danger. The hairs on stood on end.
Then the man gave a soft laugh, low and husky. “Alright. I’ll take it.”
Chudia froze.
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In two lifetimes, she could count on one hand how many times she’d seen Nero smile–and never this naturally. It stunned her into silence.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, voice gentler than usual.
Snapping back to reality, she stammered, “N–Nothing!”
Her face flushed, and she quickly looked away, embarrassed.
But inwardly, she couldn’t help but think–my husband is way too good–looking…
“Why isn’t Mr. Nero back yes?”
Raine had already glanced outside who–knows–how–many times.
Mandy, wiping a vase nearby, said casually, “Maybe something held him up..”
Before she could finish, Nero’s car pulled into the driveway.
Raine perked up, about to run over–until she saw who stepped out first. Claudia.
She lifted her elegant gown delicately as she stepped out, looking just like a princess from a fairytale.
“So Mr. Nero went to pick her up?” Mandy remarked. “Isn’t the hotel in the opposite direction of his usual route? He must’ve gone out of his way just to get her.”
“And that dress she’s wearing–Mr. Nero had it custom made for her. One of a kind.”
“Enough!” Raine snapped through gritted teeth.
Her eyes darkened. “Let her enjoy her moment. Just wait–soon, I’ll make sure she gets kicked out of Blossom Park.”
Claudia suddenly sensed a malicious gaze. She instinctively turned–and caught a glimpse of Raine disappearing around a corner. Her eyes narrowed slightly but she didn’t pursue it.
Instead, she walked around to the other side of the car just as Simon was unloading a wheelchair.
“Honey, let me help you out,” she said brightly, opening the door with a smile.
Nero’s voice was indulgent. “Alright.”
simon, who had stepped forward to assist, quietly retracted his foot
Claudia helped Nero into the wheelchair, then naturally began pushing him toward the house.
Sunon was speechless.
Why do I suddenly feel like I’m about to lose my jub
“Go get some rest,” Nero said.
“Tin not tired!” Claudia replied immediately.
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He gave her a look. “Don’t your feet hurt?”
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She blinked. She was wearing heels, and they’d started hurting a while ago. But she hadn’t expected him to notice.
Warmth bloomed in her chest. “Oh–okay, I’ll go change them now!”
As she left, her skirt brushed past him and the soft scent of her perfume lingered. Nero turned his attention to the box she’d given him.
Inside, Summer had already signed the document as the transferring party, but the recipient’s name was still blank.
All Nero needed to do was sign–and the shares would be his.
Simon watched from the side. When Nero remained motionless, he assumed the man didn’t intend to accept the gift. Which made sense–something like this was nothing to Mr. Nero.
Then-
“Pen.” Nero said, reaching out a long hand.
Startled, Simon quickly grabbed the signing pen from the desk and passed it over.
Nero took it and, with calm precision, signed his name. His motions were unhurried, almost solemn–like he had taken Claudia’s words completely to heart.
Simon wanted to say something–Girls these days are smooth talkers, boss. You can’t take them all seriously.
But seeing Nero’s rare good mood… he kept quiet
She took off her heels and changed out of the gown.
Remembering how Nero had noticed her discomfort, she couldn’t stop smiling.
After tidying up, she picked up the bouquet of roses–now wilted–and prepared to press them into a keepsake bookmark.
It was Nero’s first bouquet to her. She couldn’t bear to throw it away.
But her good mood quickly faded.
There had been 99 roses. She’d counted them.
They were still 99–bit nearly half had been replaced.
Someone had swapped in ordinary roses of similar color,
Claudia’s face darkened. She grabbed the bouquet and stormed out.
Downstairs, the gathered all the house staff. Her voice was cold and sharp.
Who touched my flowers?”
The servants looked at each other, confused. “Madam, we didn’t. Is something wrong with them?”
Claudia didn’t answer. Her gaze swept over the group—and suddenly locked on someone. “Mandy
Everyone turned to look
Mandy’s face paled slightly, and she bowed her head. “Madam, I didn’t touch your flowers.”
“You’re the one in charge of cleaning my room, aren’t you?” Claudia asked.
Mandy gripped the hem of her shirt. “Yes”
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“Then explain this.” Claudia held up the bouquet.
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At a glance, the rare variety and the cheap substitutes looked similar. But look closer, and the difference was obvious.
