The elegant silver watch was wrapped around Lucy Ansley's delicate white wrist.
The cold touch couldn't dilute the warmth of the moment.
Lucy shook her left wrist; the size was perfect, as if tailored for her.
But soon after, her smile faded a bit, and she lowered her arm to tell a kind lie, "Your gift... won't arrive until New Year's Day."
She didn't want to outright say she hadn't prepared a gift, which would seem perfunctory and lacking in attention.
There's still a week until New Year's; she could make up for it then, it wouldn't be too unreasonable.
At this moment, the morning breeze came and ripples spread across the river.
Henry Ronan took the gift box from her hand and raised his left arm, "Isn't there one ready-made here?"
Lucy looked at the men's watch, then at the man's gentle eyebrows and eyes, murmuring while helping him put on the watch, "If you bought it, it doesn't count."
"You still want to differentiate so clearly between us?"
