Chapter 198 I Can’t See Through You
Once Abigail got ahold of the box, she didn’t open it right away but looked at Sean with an inquisitive glance..
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sean asked.
Abigail touched the box while asking him, “Do you know how much the thing inside here costs?”
“How much?” Sean didn’t care about what that thing was worth. All he cared about was who she would be giving it to. In addition, he knew her character well. To her, practicality held more value than anything expensive.
“150 thousand,” Abigail replied.
He quickly recalled that she had asked him for 150 thousand. So, Sean suddenly felt slightly curious about what was in the box and why she was willing to pay 150 thousand for it.
What is it? Did you buy it for your grandmother?” Sean’s gaze landed on the box.
Alas, Abigail didn’t reply. Instead, she held the box in her arms and got under the covers.
After Sean finished washing up, he lay down beside Abigail. But just as he hugged her, she turned around and placed something around his neck.
“What’s this?” Sean touched the thing.
“The five-layer antique puzzle ball pendant I bought for you. Sean, take this as our parting gift,” Abigail explained.
Sean immediately pulled the pendant off and lowered his head to examine it for a while. He asked her, “Why do we have to part ways?”
“I can think of only one person who would harm me, and that’s Joan,” Abigail looked into hist eyes and explained.
“This ball. You bought it before this incident happened. Then, is she also the reason you bought this for me? How many times do you have to make me repeat that I don’t have any feelings for her?” Sean spoke while holding the antique puzzle ball.
“Don’t you think you resemble this ball? There are several layers to it, each with its own mystery. When I bought it, I thought it looked like you,” Abigail replied slowly.
Sean finally spoke after gazing at the tiny ball for a while, “What do you want to say?”
“I can’t understand you and no longer want to understand you. I’m tired of guessing. I don’t want to know what lies underneath the last layer of this ball,” Abigail explained with a smile.
“I can tell you.” A trace of sadness appeared in Sean’s eyes.
Unfortunately, Abigail had already turned around, her back facing toward him. “This is the gift I bought for you, and it’s the most expensive one.”
“I won’t ask you for any more gifts and won’t get angry at you for buying someone else a gift. Please don’t argue with me anymore, okay?” Sean hugged her.
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