Henry Ronan raised his arm to stop Lucy Ansley's action, his deep and soft voice always gentle, "Why don't you open it for me?"
Lucy Ansley cheerfully agreed, placing the gift box on her lap, and opened it after pulling the ribbon loose.
Inside was a pile of raffia grass. She reached in and felt around, pulling out a palm-sized white bear plush toy.
Lucy Ansley: "..."
This Christmas gift doesn't suit him.
Lucy Ansley buried the plush toy back into the raffia grass, picked up another small gift box, "I got it wrong, this gift box is yours."
She spoke to herself while Henry Ronan sat beside her, watching with gentle eyes.
Until Lucy Ansley opened the second rectangular gift box, a silver ladies' bracelet lay quietly inside...
She poked at the silver chain with a strange expression, her mood taking a turn for the worse.
The gifts prepared by the organizers were mostly aimed at female clients, which was understandable.
What really affected her mood was her own mistake.
