Chapter 241 Present
That evening, Abigail arrived at the restaurant chosen by Josh. As she exited the car, she spotted Eric waving at her from the restaurant entrance. Walking over with a faint smile, she asked, “This is Josh’s party. Why are you here as well?” Eric had been helping her behind the scenes lately, and she had wanted to thank him in person.
“What? Am I not welcome here?” he retorted playfully.
“This isn’t my party; I would never dare to refuse you,” she said as she walked into the restaurant.
Suddenly, he called out to her. “Abigail.”
Abigail stopped and turned around, looking at Eric with confusion. “What is it
“A gift for you.” He handed her a box.
She looked down at the velvet box and softly asked, “What’s this?”
“Look. It’s a bracelet.” He opened the box and held the present up for her to look at. He nervously scratched his nose as he said, rushing his words, “I asked Josh to carve it out of small acacia tree wood. Inside the largest bead is a GPS tracker.”
Abigail was surprised as she took the bracelet and carefully examined it. The largest bead was as big as her thumbnail and completely hollow.
“The bead right here is a button. Press it if anything ever happens to you, and the GPS tracker will be activated. It has enough battery to last around three days,” Eric explained.
While looking at the bracelet, she was lost in thought when she heard the words “small acacia tree.” She had previously bought Sean an antique puzzle ball on a necklace made from small acacia wood by Josh. It was a minor coincidence, but it instantly reminded her of that necklace, giving her a strange feeling, as if they were a couple’s accessories.
“Let me put it on for you,” he offered, oblivious to her peculiar behavior. His throat bobbed nervously.
Abigail was lost in her thoughts about the small acacia tree wood and didn’t register Eric’s words. She simply made a non–committal sound in response.
It was only when he grabbed her hand that she snapped back to reality. She twitched, about to pull away, but she saw sincerity in his eyes.
The bracelet was soon secured around her wrist, and he released her hand. The whole process took only a few seconds.
He looked at her with admiration in his eyes. “It’s just a bracelet made of wooden beads. It’s not
worth much, so no criminal will instantly target
it
Eric’s words made Abigail realize how thoughtful he had been about the gift. “Thank you,” she said, looking down at the bracelet.
She hadn’t planned on wearing it, but since it was already on her wrist, she decided to keep it on. Besides, small acacia tree wood didn’t belong exclusively to Sean, so why shouldn’t she wear something made from it?
“S–Shall we go somewhere else?” Kevin asked awkwardly.
Sean’s face darkened, giving Kevin a sidelong glance as he calmly retorted, “Why should we do that?”
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