She had long forgotten how she lost the knife back then or how it ended up in his hands. It couldn't be due to a previous life, could it?
"Uh, this knife looks like it's made of high-carbon steel, solid and sharp enough to cut through iron. You guys didn't know that?"
"No."
Nelson shook his head, his admiration for her growing once again, "Xan, you're amazing! How can you tell the material of a knife with just one glance?"
"Heh, it's nothing really."
Xanthea waved it off dismissively. The gleam in Orion's dark eyes gradually faded, sinking into the night.
[OMG, Xan actually cares! Just admit you have feelings for Mr. Lockwood!]
[Look at Mr. Lockwood fillet a fish so swiftly and cleanly. Xan is lucky to have someone who can cook so well!]
[Tall, handsome, and can cook? Xan, you better not let this one go! If you don't want him, I'll take him!]
[I'm shipping this so hard! The other five guests couldn't even borrow a knife, but the moment Xan couldn't eat, Mr. Lockwood immediately took his out. Isn't this favoritism? Isn't this love?]
[I've heard say high-carbon steel is tough, but it rusts easily. Mr. Lockwood's knife looks old but well-kept, definitely cherished. Now he's using it to clean fish for Xanthea—he's so in love with her!!]
Watching Orion meticulously prepare the fish, Xanthea couldn't resist sitting closer and asked tentatively, "Mr. Lockwood, your knife is really sharp. What brand is it?"
"Custom-made."
Sheesh, he seemed quite familiar with his knife.
"It looks like it was made in Switzerland. Did you get it there?"
"No, it was a gift."
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