"No," Hugh replied without hesitation. It wasn't that he disliked cufflinks. He just never paid much attention to them.
But as he looked at the two color combinations Serena had chosen, something clicked. While they were discussing business strategy a couple of days ago, he'd worn two suits in nearly identical colors.
Since it was a purely business meeting, he had rushed in and out without wearing any cufflinks.
Hugh said bluntly, "You remembered what I wore the other day."
"Yes," Serena replied.
But under his steady, unreadable gaze, she suddenly felt uneasy. She looked away, absently tracing the wood grain of the table with her fingertip.
"I know cufflinks aren't really a necessity. I just thought these two suited you."
Hugh had broad shoulders, a lean waist, and long legs. With those sculpted features, he had the kind of face that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She couldn't help but think he should carry himself with a bit more polish.
Before Zach's startup took off, he never hesitated to spend big on his appearance. He had a collection of luxury cars, gold watches, cufflinks, and lapel pins.
Serena used to enjoy picking things out for him. She kept up with men's fashion shows, hunted for new releases, and bought pieces she thought would look good on him.
But after spending so much time with Hugh, she realized he didn't live like a refined man who cared about appearances.
Sure, he had a professional team tailoring his suits, but he mostly wore a few simple styles on rotation. He was constantly busy, always on the move.
Even the briefcase sitting on the shelf in his living room was a two-year-old model. No one dared touch it.
Serene instinctively wanted to buy him things.
When Hugh didn't answer for a long time, Serena assumed he wasn't into flashy accessories. Maybe she'd overstepped. She reached out to take the cufflinks back.
"They're probably not ideal for work anyway. They could scrape your arms. I could get you a couple of ties instead as a thank you…"
Before she could finish, his large hand landed gently on the back of hers.
The touch was light, just like a feather brushing her skin. However, it was enough to stop her.
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