Chapter 171
Chapter 171
But how did she even know?
He gently rubbed his forefinger against the pigeon–blood red ruby ring on his thumb. The gem was like a vivid drop of crimson allure, adding a sinister elegance to his aura.
As the black Rolls–Royce roared to life, the convoy behind it moved like a stealthy army, following in its wake.
When Miranda stepped out of the market, ready to head straight home, she wasn’t surprised that Jasper didn’t follow. She knew he was acquainted with him, so she figured she’d just leave on her own and thank him tomorrow for bringing her here.
Just as she was about to leave, a pair of long legs suddenly appeared beside her. A tall shadow enveloped her, and she found herself engulfed in his unmistakable presence.
“You recognized me and still walked away so fast. Were you trying to avoid me?” His voice was a mix of teasing, seriousness, and irritation.
Miranda replied, “Should I be camping out here instead?”
She had recognized him the moment he walked over, even though he was wearing a mask and dressed differently than usual. From his eyes and the way he carried himself, Miranda knew exactly who he was. It made sense why Jasper seemed so familiar with him.
“I bought that stone,” he said.
Miranda frowned. “Are you specially showing off to me?”
Clearly, he was trying to get under her skin. He knew she wanted that stone and yet made that remark. If it were the past, she could have easily shelled out tens of millions for it. But she wasn’t one to squander money.
The stone, while desirable, wasn’t of the highest quality. Spending too much on it was something she couldn’t justify, especially with her company’s expansion requiring capital. Currently, her financial fundamental wasn’t that solid.
Just as she finished speaking, a small wooden box appeared in front of her.
“It’s for you.”
Miranda was momentarily stunned. “What’s this?”
As she asked, she took the box and opened it.
“This is…”
It was the stone.
“For you,” he addressed.
Miranda looked at him in surprise, causing his brows furrowing awkwardly. “Why are you looking at me like that? I bought it to give to you.”
Whether it was on account of the muffled mask, somehow his voice had a low, magnetic charm as he uttered. He spoke as though spending fifty million dollars on a trinket for Miranda was the most natural thing in the
world.
Miranda stared at the stone in silence for a long time. Finally, she spoke with a complex expression, “I have very mixed feelings about you right now.”
As he heard this, his expression shifted subtly. His heart rate quickened, and a smile inadvertently crept onto his lips.
Miranda continued, “I wish I were the one who gave birth to you.”
His smile froze, and his once charming demeanor turned cold and rigid. He pulled down the mask, revealing a
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familiar face so striking it was almost unfair.
With a half–smile and gritted teeth, he retorted, “So eager to be my parent?”
