She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 222

Grandma Ford chimed in as well:

"Secure the engagement and marry into the Jameson family with all the glory you deserve. So many people are envious of you, yet you're obsessing over a car race. It's just not worth the risk."

Jasmine's eyes shone brightly. "But out on the track is where I truly shine."

"I'm not just some heiress relying on my family's wealth, nor am I just a fiancée waiting for an arranged marriage. I want to be radiant on my own terms."

Just as she finished speaking, her phone buzzed on the table.

Tabitha's sharp eyes caught the caller ID and immediately urged, "It's Rowan calling. Answer it."

The rest of the family instantly fell silent as Jasmine tapped the screen to answer, offering a few brief replies. After hanging up, she announced, "He's taking me out to dinner. I won't be eating at home tonight."

Smiles instantly bloomed across the faces of the Ford family, their relief impossible to hide. They were thrilled that this powerful future son-in-law was taking the initiative and that his relationship with their daughter was steadily deepening.

"Go get dressed up before you head out."

...

Under the soft, flickering light, the atmosphere at the dining table felt incredibly intimate.

"For you," Rowan said, his voice a low rumble as he held out an item in his palm.

Jasmine's eyes crinkled with a warm smile as she reached out to take it.

The moment her fingertips brushed against the delicate chain and she got a clear look at the translucent pink crystal bracelet, she let out an involuntary, breathless gasp. "It's stunning..."

A second later, her gaze suddenly froze.

He was always so precise, so restrained, remembering absolutely everything.

She had just told him yesterday that she didn't like pink, and today he shows up with a piece of pink jewelry for her.

Not to mention, he had specifically double-checked with her at the time.

There was no way he simply misheard her.

For a moment, Jasmine looked up at Rowan.

Rowan took the box and handed it off to the assistant waiting nearby.

The assistant then stepped forward again, presenting a luxurious, dark velvet box.

Inside lay a pearl bracelet, its cool, elegant sheen pristine and flawless. The smooth pearls felt cool against the skin, perfectly suited to her inherently understated and refined nature.

This, it turned out, was the real gift he had prepared for her.

"Thank you, Rowan," Jasmine murmured softly, her fingertips tracing the cool pearls as she accepted the gift.

She picked up her glass and took a sip of water to push down the sudden chill rising in her chest. Glancing up, she gently shifted the conversation. "I have a car race the day after tomorrow. Will you... come watch me?"

"Isn't your foot still injured?" Rowan asked.

Jasmine lightly rotated her ankle, a breezy smile on her lips. "It's nothing serious. Racing relies mostly on the right foot for the gas and brakes. The left foot doesn't need much force, so I can handle it."

Rowan actually admired that relentless, unyielding grit deep in her bones. "Alright."