Chapter 223
“Yes, a little bit,” Finley said modestly.
Connor smiled faintly and took out a bottle of perfume from a pocket of his suit jacket. “Mystery
Starlit is the new product of CY. There are only two bottles. One will be on sale, and I have the other bottle here. It is my gift for you.”
“Connor, it is too precious. I can’t take it.” Finley shook her head.
Finley admired Connor and had the least intention of playing up to him.
“You brought me a gift today, so I gave you this gift. Take it.” Connor pulled Finley’s hand and stuffed the bottle of perfume in it.
The shape of the bottle was like that of a star. The liquid inside the bottle was blue. The perfume looked beautiful.
“Thank you very much, Connor.” Finley couldn’t resist this perfume.
“Alas, after I relied on the wheelchairs, people talk whenever I appear. Therefore, I became interested in perfume. Perhaps, this is the best arrangement in my life. I lost my legs but now achieve something in perfumes. It is fair.”
There was no light in Connor’s eyes.
Connor smiled, but that was a bitter one.
Finley scratched her head and didn’t know how to comfort him.
My consolation might sound childish for a man like Connor. I could do nothing.
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