Chapter 847
When she had learned that Xavier’s birthday was approaching, Sharon deliberated for a long time before deciding to craft a gift for him with her own hands.
He had helped her so much. If not for his timely aid back then, she would have been driven into a corner by
Carter’s relentless coercion-homeless, desperate, unable to secure such a smooth divorce. For that, she
carried deep gratitude toward Xavier.
Xavier studied the keychain in his hand, his obsidian eyes fathomless as the sea. He looked at her, lips curved
faintly.
“Thank you. I like your gift… very much.”
His gaze lingered, soft yet piercing, making her scalp prickle. That was not the look of a man toward a mere
friend.
Sharon’s heart gave a nervous jolt, and she instinctively averted her eyes. Rising to her feet, she said, “It’s
getting late. Let’s head back.”
But the moment she stood, a firm hand closed around her wrist.
Startled, she looked up into Xavier’s shadowed gaze.
“Don’t go,” he said, his voice husky. “I brought something back for you from this trip.”
Relieved that he hadn’t spoken anything untimely, Sharon exhaled softly.
He handed her a small box. “Open it. See if you like it.”
She accepted the gift. It wasn’t heavy, nor was it large-impossible to guess what it contained.
Peeling away the wrapping, she revealed a silk-lined square case. Inside lay a delicate bracelet, elegant in its
simplicity. No ostentation, no gaudy jewels-only fine craftsmanship and understated grace. Tiny black
diamonds shimmered faintly along the band, exuding a mysterious nobility.
Sharon’s breath caught.
She knew this bracelet. It was called “Eternal”-the legendary creation of master jeweler Muses, his final and
most celebrated design. It was priceless, sought after worldwide, with no replicas in existence.
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said this bracelet, paired with Shaluna while performing, would look exquisite.
Sharon had confessed her admiration for it, though she knew it would fetch a staggering price-far beyond her
reach.
Yet here it was, glittering in her hands.
One glance told her it was no imitation.
Her chest tightened. She immediately shook her head. “I can’t accept this. Please take it back.”
Xavier arched a brow. “And why not?”
“It’s too valuable,” she replied.
“It’s only a gift,” he countered smoothly. “A gift is measured in thought, not in cost. If something cheap can
carry sincerity, why can’t something precious? Why must worth diminish its meaning?”
Her breath quickened. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then accept it,” he said simply. “I never take back gifts I’ve given.”
His eyes locked onto hers. “It’s yours now. If you don’t like it, throw it away.”
She tried to press it back into his hands, but he deliberately avoided her.
“I appreciate your kindness,” she said firmly, “but I really can’t accept this.”
“I told you,” he said, his tone faintly edged, “I don’t reclaim what I’ve given. If you insist on rejecting it, toss it
in the garden yourself.”
With that, Xavier stood.
Sharon thought he meant to leave, so she rose as well, catching his sleeve to stop him-just as hurried
footsteps echoed nearby.
A familiar voice rang out.
“Sorry, Sharon. It took some time, but I’m back now.”
It was Thomas.
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