However, on his way back, he received a call that summoned him to deal with some things.
When the car came to a stop in the metropolitan area, Jack patted Genevieve's head and gently said, “It's really cold today, so stay in the hotel. I'll come back to have dinner with you later tonight.”
“It's fine. Focus on your work.” Genevieve wished he would not return at all.
After Jack stepped out of his car, he went into the jeep behind him.
Meanwhile, the driver brought Genevieve back to the hotel.
Genevieve guessed that her pregnancy and the winter were what made her sleepy, for sleep almost overcame her in the car when she was dealing with matters on her phone. By the time she returned to the hotel, she swiftly went to the bed.
A long while passed after that when the phone on the bedside table rang.
It was a call from the reception.
The receptionist said, “Ms. Rachford, Ms. Jane has asked someone to send something to our reception. Would you like me to send it upstairs to you?”
Genevieve's sleepiness slowly dissipated at that as she muttered, “Yes, thank you.”
After taking a glance at her phone, she realized that she had been sleeping from noon until after five in the evening.
The sky outside was starting to darken, and Christmas carols could be heard.
Other than the work-related messages that Bertilla had sent to her, she had also received a message from Jane half an hour ago.
Jane's aunt was buried in the morning, so the Faulkners had many things to busy away about. Moreover, Jane could not leave the house, so she sent someone to send the Christmas gift to Genevieve instead.
Genevieve thanked her. Just as she went out of the bedroom, someone rang the doorbell.
After opening the door, she took a shopping bag from the hotel staff. There was a Santa Claus doll and a Christmas hat inside the bag, along with a gift box.
Genevieve then undid the lace on the gift box, guessing that Jane had probably gifted her with a brooch or something similar.
To her surprise, a dark green music box was inside the gift box. It was made of wood, and it looked handmade. When Genevieve opened the lid, a figurine of a pretty girl with a violin in her hands popped out.
After she twisted the wind-up key at the side, the girl began playing the violin, and soft music played.
Genevieve loved trinkets like these, so she fell in love with the gift right away.
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