NovelStart"When I saw this hairpin, I liked it very much and thought it would be perfect for Ms. Thompson," Grant said with a warm, sincere smile. "Justin, it's just a small gift. I hope you won't mind." With a snap, Justin closed the box and pushed it back to the center of the table. His eyes were dark as he said, “This gift is far too generous. Grant, I appreciate your kindness, and I would like to thank you on behalf of Bella." Grant's expression showed no embarrassment. He continued to smile calmly, meeting Justin's gaze.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Justin, what's the matter?" Gregory said, his displeasure evident on his face as he scolded. "Your brother has finally returned and thoughtfully prepared generous gifts for everyone, including your girlfriend. Are you so picky that you can't even accept something from your brother? Even if you don't like it, can you honestly say your brother has ever treated you poorly? You shouldn't refuse the gift. It's simply too hurtful!" "Dad, please don't be angry." Grant coughed lightly and gently advised, "It's not a big deal. It's not easy for the entire family to be together. So don't let this small matter ruin the harmony." "Justin, just accept your brother's thoughtful gift," Nigel said, giving Justin a look. He was sitting opposite Justin, unaware of what was in the box. He only wanted to smooth things over, especially since Justin and his father had been getting along better lately. Under the table, Justin's hand clenched into a fist. He looked at Grant and said, "Grant, I would have happily accepted any other gift. But I cannot accept a hairpin." Grant raised his eyebrows.
"In our traditional customs, a man giving a woman a hairpin was like a proposal, amitment to be partners for life," Justin said, his tone low and a bit chilly. "But Bella is already your sister-in-law. Gifting her something like that just doesn't seem right." Nigel suddenly understood. No wonder Justin had reacted so strongly. If he were in Justin's shoes, he probably would have blown his top too.
Gregory frowned. "Justin, aren't you being too sensitive about this? Your brother is a man, how would he know the significance of women's jewelry? You're making too big a deal out of it." "It was my fault." Grant admitted, smiling a bit sheepishly. "I've been living abroad for so long that I've otten many of our customs and traditions. Justin, don't take it to heart." Justin's gaze deepened. "I won't." Justin felt upset and found an excuse to leave the table. He went to the backyard to get sfresh air. Though he said he didn't mind, it was impossible not to.
The gifts Grant brought were all expensive antiques and artwork. Despite living abroad, his environment was classic and exuding a cultural and artistic atmosphere. Given his love for traditional styles, how could he not know the significance of giving a woman a hairpin? Justin tugged at his tie but still felt short of breath. He genuinely hadn't thought much of it. Or was it a subtle way of testing his limits? "Young Master Justin." The two servants on the outer edge quickly bowed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What's going on here?" Justin asked calmly.
"It's Ms. Amaryllis. She's treating the leg injury of the fawn we have in the yard," One of the servants replied with an expression of admiration.
"The fawn hurt its leg somehow and was in so much pain that it was rolling on the ground. The butler was about to call a vet, but Ms. Amaryllis managed to bandage the injury herself!" The scene before him made Justin's eyes narrow in shock.
"There, there, it's okay," Clarice said gently, patting the fawn. "Go play now." The fawn wobbled to its feet, tested its injured front left leg, then let out a cry and dashed out of the pavilion, brushing past Justin as it ran by.
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