Slater fell silent.
The storm of anger had passed, and reason returned. He had to admit, Swain was right—he really did harbor resentment and prejudice toward Seren. But even if he did, wasn't it Seren's own fault? She brought it on herself.
A leopard doesn't change its spots.
If Seren hadn't spent her whole childhood snatching things away from Carla, would he think this way about her?
Seren's bidding assistant was sharp and seasoned, clearly a professional. Two hundred thousand dollars—that was the highest value anyone in the room could imagine for this jade bracelet. No one wanted to go higher.
Because of the bickering among the siblings, Slater missed his window to bid. By the time things quieted down, the auctioneer's gavel had struck three final times, and the next item was already being introduced.
As soon as the bracelet was sold, an auction staff member approached Seren and Lennon. "Mr. Crestwell, shall we proceed with payment as usual?"
Lennon nodded and pulled out his black credit card.
But Seren interrupted, "No, let me use my own card. I can afford it."
She fished her bank card from her purse and handed it over.
Lennon's eyes lingered on her face, dark and bright with amusement.
He gently took her hand and slipped his black card into her palm. "Really, Mrs. Crestwell, you don't need to draw such lines between us. What's mine is yours. My money is your money."
His fingers were warm against hers, and heat flooded her cheeks.
This man—he always knew exactly what to say to make her blush.
Seren looked down, her voice soft. "I know there's no keeping score between us, but I want to pay for it myself. Things you earn with your own effort mean more."
Getting something for nothing never felt the same as working for it. She'd always preferred the sense of accomplishment that came from earning what she loved.
Lennon didn't press her. He simply smiled, his tone gentle. "Alright, I respect your wishes, Mrs. Crestwell. But keep the black card. From now on, you're in charge of the family finances."
He closed her fingers around the card.

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