Chapter 3
She stared blankly as the staff respectfully handed the bracelet to Veronica, who was smiling and reaching out to take it. Just as her fingertips touched the edge of the box, she suddenly exclaimed, “Oops!”
“Bang!”
The jade bracelet slipped from the box and fell heavily onto the marble floor, breaking into two pieces.
At that moment, Gretchen’s breath almost stopped, and all she could hear was the sharp sound of shattering.
Her mind went blank, and almost instinctively she rushed forward, pushing Veronica aside and trembling as she picked up the pieces on the ground.
Howard’s face turned cold, he grabbed the staggering Veronica, and looked at Gretchen again, his voice low and stern, “Gretchen, what are you doing?”
Gretchen looked up with red eyes, her voice trembling, “What am I doing? This is my grandmother’s heirloom! Didn’t you say before that if you ever saw it again, you would definitely buy it back?”
“But now you don’t even remember, right?”
Howard paused for a moment, as if remembering something, but quickly his expression turned cold again.
“How could I still remember something that happened so long ago?” he said coldly, with a hint of anger. “Besides, Veronica didn’t do it on purpose. How could you just push someone like that?”
Veronica’s eyes turned red, she pitifully tugged at his sleeve, saying, “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault…”
Howard furrowed his brow, wiped away her tears with his hand, and said in a low voice, “It’s none of your business.”
After saying that, he gave Gretchen a cold glance and said firmly, “I will have someone fix this bracelet, so stop making a fuss.’
As soon as the words were spoken, he grabbed Veronica’s shoulder, took the two broken bracelets, and left without looking back.
Gretchen stood there, watching their backs as they walked away, her heart feeling like it had been ripped out, hurting so much she could barely breathe.
When the auction ended, it was already raining outside.
Gretchen stood at the entrance of the venue, watching Howard’s black Maybach drive away with Veronica.
The venue was quite remote, she waited for thirty minutes but couldn’t hail a cab, so she had to walk back in the rain.
When she got home, her feet were so sore that she couldn’t feel them anymore.
When she took off her high heels, the blister burst, sticking to her stockings, and she sucked in a breath of cold air in pain.
She was lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Suddenly remembered that rainy night a few years ago, Howard carried her three kilometers to the hospital.
Back then, he was so broke that he couldn’t even afford a taxi, but he stubbornly refused to let her get out and walk a single step.
“Grete, hold on a little longer, we’re almost there.”
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His back was so warm, the rain hitting her felt sweet too.
What about now? He was driving a luxury car worth millions, but he wouldn’t even wait five minutes for her.
She took the medicine, then buried herself under the covers, and fell asleep.
She didn’t dare to think about recent events. Just thinking about it, all the sour grievances and pain would come flooding in.
No one knew, what she wanted was never the prince Yaclax Howard, she just wanted that Howard who squeezed with her in the shabby rental house, would laugh and call her Grete.
But he “died”, and he can never come back.
She closed her eyes and let the tears flow.
4
The next day at noon, she was woken up by the sound of the door opening.
Howard stood by the bed, looking sharp in his suit.
“There was a family banquet in the evening, you went with me.”
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