The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 483

Just then, a message from Jillian popped up on his phone, concise and direct. "This is the heirloom Sienna forced on me yesterday, claiming it was for the daughter-in-law. I don't need it. Please return it to her."

It was a single, crystal-clear sentence.

Killian stared at the screen for a long time. His deep dark eyes shadowed his emotions, and his brow furrowed slightly.

It wasn't a gift for him at all; she was just using him as a courier.

An inexplicable sense of ridicule replaced the brief spark of curiosity he had felt just moments before.

"Open it," Killian ordered in a low voice.

He tossed his phone onto the desk, masking his true thoughts.

Caleb immediately opened the jewelry box. A flawless, vibrant antique emerald bracelet rested quietly against the velvet, radiating an undeniable aura of opulence.

Killian was no stranger to this jewelry set.

It wasn't the legendary family heirloom reserved for the Quincy daughter-in-law. It was actually from Sienna's personal collection.

Aside from the bracelet, there was a matching ring and necklace.

Sienna must have wanted to make amends and fabricated a clumsy excuse to do it.

She likely offered only the bracelet because she feared Jillian would instantly reject the entire extravagant set.

Yet she still underestimated Jillian's character. If it wasn't rightfully hers, Jillian wouldn't take a single dime.

"Put it away," Killian instructed dryly.

Just as the words left his mouth, the office door was pushed open.

Sylvia walked in carrying a food container, a radiant smile on her face. "Killian, you're back."

She gently placed the container on his desk, her eyes curving sweetly. "I upset you yesterday, so I was a good girl. I stayed home all night and didn't go anywhere. I made you something delicious this morning—you have to tell me how it tastes."

Killian's eyelashes flickered, concealing the complex swirl of emotions in his eyes. He tapped his fingers against the desk, his tone flat. "Right. I got it."

He knew perfectly well that Sylvia had gone out partying last night.

A mutual friend had posted a photo from a gathering, and half of Sylvia's silhouette was clearly visible in the background.

She was probably too drunk to realize it had been posted, or perhaps she simply didn't care.

Killian chose not to expose her.

Sylvia's gaze shifted and landed on the open jewelry box. "What is this? It's gorgeous."

Before he could speak, she picked up the bracelet and slid it onto her own wrist.

She took excellent care of herself. Her skin was smooth and luminous, which only made the rich green of the emerald pop even more, giving her an instant aura of refined elegance.

Sylvia stared at the bracelet, completely enamored. She held her wrist up to Killian. "Killian, look. Does it look good on me?"

"It does," Killian replied impassively.

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