Chapter 971:
“It’s nothing.” His answer was curt.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now,” she said in a low voice.
“Alright.” He watched her retreat from the study, a sharp disappointment gnawing at his chest.
Turning back, his eyes fell on the bracelet resting on the desk. He stared at it for a long time, his drooping gaze unable to hide the sadness shadowing his face.
INQ was one of Lorbridge’s most opulent shopping centers.
“Christina, Eloise, let’s go check out the jewelry!” Chloe bounced ahead, calling back to them with excitement—only to stumble straight into a customer stepping out of the Hermes store.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Chloe blurted quickly, not even taking a good look at the woman she had collided with.
Christina and Eloise hurried over to retrieve the scattered shopping bags from the floor.
“It’s alright. We weren’t paying attention either. Some of the blame’s on us,” the woman, a redhead whom Chloe had accidentally bumped into, responded with a warm grin. Next to her was another figure, a woman with short blue hair. Both of them had a cool sense of style, tall in frame and striking in appearance. “Please check if any of your items were damaged. If they were, I’ll compensate you,” Chloe offered, her tone filled with regret.
“There’s no need. Nothing I bought is fragile,” the redhead answered, stealing occasional glances at Christina, her brows faintly furrowed.
“Are you absolutely certain? I can cover the cost,” Chloe insisted, embarrassed by their graciousness.
“We’re just shopping, not here to scam anyone,” the redhead teased with a playful smile.
𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘⸱𝖈𝖔𝖒
Chloe chuckled at that. After offering several more apologies, she departed the shop alongside Christina and Eloise, their hands linked together.
Once they had gone, the redhead lingered, her gaze trailing after their fading silhouettes.
“They’re out of sight now. What has your attention?” the blue-haired woman asked lightly, laughing.
“One of them seemed familiar to me, though I can’t place where I’ve seen her,” the redhead murmured, her expression thoughtful.
“Maybe you’re imagining it,” the blue-haired woman replied casually.
“Perhaps so. Let’s move, otherwise Grandma will start calling if we linger,” the redhead remarked, and the two headed in the opposite direction.
As the three stepped into a jewelry store, Chloe’s face glowed with uncontainable joy, as though it were her first encounter with such a place. In truth, her delight stemmed from the thought of adorning Christina with countless jewels.
Chloe’s gaze glittered as she studied each piece, envisioning how every ornament might suit Christina and accentuate her beauty.
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