A Relentless Pursuit for Love novel Chapter 778

Chapter 778 New Year seemed to arrive very fast. It had been a busy year, and just like that, another year had gone. 

It was a yearly tradition for the brothers to spend New Year‘s Eve at their own homes. Everyone would gather at Rosa Garden on the second day. 

Before the new year, Sage had been traveling back and forth from Nadeem City and Salem City. The Yuriel family invited her to spend New Year‘s Eve with them instead of going back to Salem City. 

Sage declined politely and went back to Salem City anyway. She also brought Wayne and Yale back to Rosa Garden. 

For New Year‘s Eve, Sage put on her apron and cooked a feast for her family. She served all kinds of food, including chicken, duck, fish, and other kinds of meat. 

Yale loved her cooking. His eyes sparkled at the delicious food. It was his first time eating Sage‘s food. He never knew her cooking was so good. Sage came out of the kitchen with a tray. She always dressed nicer to match the New Year‘s festive spirit. She dressed up grandly in a red dress with her long hair tied up behind with a wooden hairpin. She looked like a beautiful woman walking out of an ancient painting. “It‘s hot, and I’m sweating.” Just as Sage said this, Yale handed her a handkerchief made of blue silk 

Sage was stunned. “Yale, you carry a handkerchief with you.” 

She did not use it to wipe her sweat. Instead, she unfolded the folded square handkerchief and looked at the embroidered pattern on it. She found it interesting. “Is this embroidered in Old Script?” Yale answered with a soft hum, “It‘s my name. My mother embroidered it.” “This is a really good embroidery.” Sage caressed the embroidery carefully to feel the stitches. Zamora came over and had a look too. “Yeah, this is pretty good. It‘s vintage embroidery.” “Yes.” Yale said, “My mom learned it from an old nanny. That nanny‘s ancestors learned vintage embroidery.” 

“I see.” Sage laughed and returned him the handkerchief. “It‘s too good to use to wipe off sweat. Yale, keep it.” 

Then, she pulled two tissues and wiped her sweat. “You guys eat first. There‘s still soup. It‘ll be ready soon.” 

Yale watched Sage walk into the kitchen again. A trace of disappointment flashed in his light grey eyes as he held the handkerchief in his hand. He forgot to mention that he had not used the handkerchief. 

Wayne sipped on his whiskey and said with a smile, “Yale, you may not know this, but in Salem, a man can‘t just give a woman his handkerchief.” Yale was puzzled. “Why not?” 

“Because a handkerchief is also considered as a token of affection.” Wayne said, “If she accepts the handkerchief and keeps it, that means she‘s interested in you. It‘s the same when women give a handkerchief to men.” 

Yale‘s eyes flickered. “Ah, is that so?”