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You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 831

Tim's expression darkened immediately. He clamped onto Victor's shoulder with his big hand, squeezing him hard. "Who allowed you to get this? Don't you know my rules?"

"No, no! It's not what you think!" Victor winced in pain, biting his lip to stop himself from wailing. "Mr. Shen, you misunderstand!"

Tim loosened his grip, waiting impatiently for Victor to explain himself.

Victor explained hastily. "It's a kind of incense that helps relieve the pressure off people! It can cure insomnia. An old Chinese doctor told me the formula, and it took me forever to get my hands on all the ingredients.

You truly misunderstood me, Mr. Shen. I would never touch those illegal things."

Tim finally let go of his shoulder. He didn't want Victor to start groveling at his feet.

"Incense?" he asked with a frown.

"Yes!" Victor perked up. "I was going to give it to Amy, since she's been suffering from insomnia recently and has been hot-tempered. She's been so irritable that she doesn't want to see me, so I want to give her this to cure her insomnia."

Victor's eyes brightened. "Mr. Shen, I tried it last night and it really works! I slept so well—"

"Like a pig?" Tim interrupted flatly.

Victor was speechless.

'Damn it! How could I reply to a snarky comment like that?' But his point was, the incense truly worked. The alarm he had set for this morning almost blew up his phone, yet he slept through it like a baby.

"Well, Mr. Shen, just tell me if you want it or not," Victor said huffily.

As soon as Tim reached out to take the entire box, Victor took a swift step backwards.

"Well, Mr. Shen, I'm willing to give you a piece. After all, I'm going to give it to Amy."

Tim frowned slightly.

Victor began to study each piece of incense in the gift box meticulously. Finally, his fingers stopped and picked one up and he gently placed on the palm of Tim's hand.

"Here. This is the biggest piece. I'm giving it to you."

Hearing Victor's words, Tim was stunned. He then watched wordlessly as Victor ceremoniously closed the box again, patting the dust off it as if though it was treasure. Then he slipped it back into his pocket.

Tim had thought Victor would give him the smallest one, but the opposite happened.

Tim didn't know how Victor managed to choose the largest piece, since all the pieces looked the same to him.

His heart still softened at the idea that Victor was so generous to him.

He smiled, albeit imperceptibly.

Seeing that Victor was about to hail a taxi, he frowned and said, "Why aren't you driving? Did you think the car I gave you is too cheap?"

"Of course not, Mr. Shen. The car you gave me is great and eye-catching, but Amy is different. As Mr. Shi's bodyguard, she's seen many good things already." Victor paused with dramatic flair. "I did it on purpose.

Think about it, Mr. Shen. I'm taking a taxi in the winter, and I open the window and let the wind blow my on face, turning my nose red and messing up my hair. Then, I'll run to her with the box of incense, looking like a hot mess. Won't I look pitiful?

Of course I will! And what about Amy? I'm sure she would feel sorry for me. She might just let me in!"

'So, this was all just part of Victor's elaborate plan, ' Tim thought to himself.

"Once you start to care about someone, it means that you have fallen for them." Victor recalled the past with nostalgia. "Three years ago, Amy beat me up and had me put in a hospital. While I was there, I saw her sitting alone in the corridor expressionlessly, while waiting for her blood infusion to be over.

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