Chapter 181
Xanthea scanned the display, and her gaze finally rested on a pair of crystal cufflinks. The brilliance and clarity of the crystals were striking, and she loved both the material and the Intricate design around the edges.
Noticing her interest, the manager complimented, “Miss, you have an excellent eye. These cufflinks are crafted by the renowned designer Alessio and are exclusive to our Celestial Jewels Emporium here. They’re truly one of a kind
“They are beautiful, but
As Xanthea picked up the cufflinks, she examined them closely. The side pattem looked like two hands tightly intertwined.
“They seemed like they’re designed for couples.”
Taken aback, the senior manager pondered.
Indeed, the cufflinks were a couple’s set. Was it possible that this lady, who came to such a high–end luxury shop, wasn’t planning to gift them to a boyfriend or husband?
“May I ask, miss, who are you planning to gift these men’s accessories to?”
“A friend, Xanthea replied, then added, “A very special and important friend.”
Understanding dawned on the manager.
Ah, the potential love interest in the ambiguous early stages! Gifting a couple’s item could indeed advance their relationship.
“Maybe 11 look somewhere else.”
“Please wait, miss!”
The manager stopped her as she turned to leave.
Although she was masked and hatted, her stature and demeanor hinted at someone from a wealthy or distinguished background. He couldn’t just watch a potential sale walk away.
He picked up the cufflinks again, and started to bend the truth a bit, “You must have misunderstood earlier, these are just regular cufflinks, not meant for couples.”
“Really?” Xanthea raised an eyebrow. “And the hands?”
“Oh, those interlocked hands symbolize mutual support and progress–perfect for a friend!”
Sunset Hills Estates, 3001
Holding a beautifully wrapped gift box, Xanthea rang the doorbell. The door swung open almost immediately, as if Orion had been waiting all along
“What a coincidence: were you heading out?”
She eyed the man behind the door curiously. Onion shook his head, “No, waiting for you.”
your voice so hoarse?”
“Why
y is y
Frowning, Xanthea examined him closely. Not only was his voice raspy, but his lips were pale, and there was a lack of vitality in his eyes. He looked even more wom out than he had the day before.
“Have you taken any medicine, and d didn’t it help?” she hurried inside and expertly grabbed a thermometer. “Or did you have another bad – night?”
‘I slept well”
It seemed that he had never slept so deeply, soundly, as well as dreamlessly.
“And how do you feel now?”
“Good”
A few minutes later, Xanthea glared at the thermometer, which read 103.5°F. “This is your good? Didn’t you follow my instructions to take your medicina?”
“I did‘
“You swear!”
“I swear”
Orion watched her worried and slightly angry expression, a hint of pleasure flickering in his eyes.
“That’s it, we can’t delay any longer. Come on, we’re going to the hospital.”