Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 172

Miranda touched the bridge of her nose, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. Watching Elian fumble around like that gave her the same kind of joy as teasing a puppy.

She had recognized Elian right away. When people knew someone well enough, no disguise could mask their identity from them. None of that TV drama nonsense where a simple change of clothes made someone unrecognizable.

Everyone in this world was unique, with their own distinctive aura and demeanor. For her, identifying someone by their physical presence was second nature.

Elian shoved the box into Miranda's hands, as if it was nothing, even though it was something he'd bought for a whopping fifty million dollars.

"Take it," he said, a hint of impatience in his voice. But underlying it was a clear sense that he'd be even more irritated if she refused.

Miranda looked at the box and chuckled.

"Is this how you give a gift?" she specially drawled in a teasing manner.

Elian, who had never really given anyone a gift before, was momentarily flustered by Miranda’s question. He wasn't sure if he'd done anything wrong. Trying to cover his awkwardness with a cool demeanor, he asked, "Well, how should I do it then?"

His icy tone was at odds with the uncertain words he was speaking.

Miranda was momentarily at a loss for words. He seemed to be serious about it, she assumed.

Miranda didn’t know how to reply. There was some unfathomable emotion bubbling up from inside that made her want to laugh - not in mockery, but out of genuine amusement.

Seeing Miranda's amusement, Elian paused, and then took the box back, his expression serious. "Alright, let me try again."

His voice softened, and in the evening air, it sounded as soothing as a gentle stream. "I got it for you because I knew you wanted it."

With his strikingly handsome face and the tender warmth in his voice, he was almost too charming for his own good. Miranda didn't immediately take it back.

"You've lost fifty million dollars," she remarked.

Elian's voice dropped a notch. "Money's not an issue for me. I only bid on it because I saw you wanted it."

To him, fifty million dollars was just a number, part of his personal wealth, separate from the Ashcroft family's assets and his own business ventures.

The words Miranda had wanted to say were held back. She had assumed Elian had bid on the gemstone because he recognized its unique qualities or had some ulterior motive. Otherwise, the gemstone held no apparent value.

"Just take it," he urged, frowning slightly.