Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 41

“Ms. Nancy, what do you think of my gloves? Do they look nice?”

“Yes, they are lovely!”

Sasha was carefully peeling off prawn shells with her head lowered. When her son asked for her opinion, she instinctively glanced at his little hands.

However, all it took was one glimpse to make her heart wrench in pain as she recalled the scene when she first stepped into the villa.

“This pair of gloves is from Ms. Xandra. She told me that she knitted it herself.” Upon hearing his mommy’s compliment, Matteo let her have a closer look at his gloves.

Sasha was at a loss for words.

She knitted the gloves by herself?

This pair of gloves doesn’t look hand-knitted at all. It is impossible for the stitches of hand-knitted gloves to be so perfect without any variances. Besides, instead of having the colorful crystals added to the gloves with separate stitches, a person who knows how to knit will use the same wool to combine all the crystals so that the stitches will appear nicer and more natural.

How can this pair of gloves be hand-knitted?

Sasha was pretty sure that Xandra did not knit the gloves herself, so she sneered, “Obviously, these gloves are not hand-knitted. The knot of hand-knitted gloves should not look like this.”

“Really?” The little boy raised his voice in confusion.

The dining room was blanketed with total silence almost instantly.

In a blink of an eye, Xandra’s expression changed.

“What do you mean? How can you say that the gloves are not hand-knitted? Sasha Wand, do you know how to knit?”

Sebastian raised the question at once. For some unknown reason, he did not wish to see Sasha’s words turn into reality.

Nonetheless, Sasha glanced at him with disdain and jeered, “Of course I do! I knit for… myself all the time. See? I knitted this top myself!”

Sasha purposely tugged at her knitted top in front of everyone.

Immediately, the dining room became silent again.

Is the show finally about to start?

As Sasha slowly sat down again, she caught a glimpse of everyone in the dining room. The changes in their facial expressions were just like the four seasons. Seeing Xandra’s pale face, Sasha finally cheered up a little. She suddenly had the appetite to enjoy the food on the dining table.

“I don’t want this pair of gloves anymore. Daddy, Ms. Xandra did not knit the gloves by herself. Take them back, you liar!”