Chapter 273


    Chapter 273


    Julie took another careful look at the man, finally settling her gaze on his arm. “Why are you keeping


    your hand in your pocket?” she asked.


    “Think about it, did Zenith do something simr?” Kieran prompted Julie.


    Julie started to recall her recent encounter with Zenith. Indeed, when Zenith stood up he had a simr


    habitual movement of sliding his hand into his pocket.


    Thismon and simple action didn’t attract Julie’s attention at the time, so she didn’t think much of it.


    But now that Kieran singled it out, it must be significant. So, she looked at him expectantly and asked,


    “Zenith did the same thing when he stood up, so what? What does it prove?”


    Kieran suddenly took out his wallet and handed it to Julie. “Hold this for me.”


    Julie didn’t know what Kieran was up to, but she took what he handed her.


    “Don’t move!” Kieran stared at Julie.


    Julie was startled and froze in ce.


    Then he spoke, “Look at which hand you’re using to hold the wallet.”


    Julie looked down to see her right hand holding his wallet. She didn’t understand his intentions, so she


    asked, “And then?”


    “When a person’s hands are free, and someone else hands them something, a right-handed person


    would reflexively extend their right hand without hesitation. Meanwhile, a left-handed person would


    instinctively use their left hand,” exined Kieran.


    Julie listened attentively.


    Kieran continued, “The fact is that Lucian is left-handed. Thest time we yed golf, he skillfully used


    his right hand. I couldn’t spot any ws. He hid it perfectly, not at all like a lefty., However, this time


    when Dahlia reached out for his help, he should have extended his right hand without hesitation. But he


    reflexively reached out with his left hand. His movement then was to partially pull his left hand out of his


    pocket, then put it back, and then extend his right hand as if nothing happened. What does this tell us?”


    “Zenith is trying to hide the fact that he’s left-handed?” Julie asked, her face lighting up with excitement,


    simr to the feeling of solving aplex math problem in her childhood, even a sense of


    aplishment.


    Kieran nodded, “Whether he’s left-handed or not, it’s clear that he’s trying to hide his left hand, or the


    fact that he’s left-handed, or both. Do you remember which hand he used to grab the nail clippers?”


    Juke remembered that very clearly, as she was standing in front of the coffee table when Zenith was


    clipping his nails and saw his every move. Zenith held the nail clippers with his right hand. The clipped


    nail was from his left thumb. So…


    “The reason he kept his hand in his pocket since we arrived was to hide his left hand?” Julie quickly


    took out the nail wrapped in a tissue and ced it in front of Kieran, asking, “So…you’re saying this nail


    is fake?”


    “Yes. Whether it’s fake or not, we can have Quad Dn verify it when we get back,” he held her hand,


    already certain of the verification result.


    Still, Julie decided to send the nail to Quad Dn for verification.


    She moved forward, walking side by side with Kieran.


    Ahead, arge field of flowers came into view, and Julie’s eyes focused.


    She ran towards it, looking at the lovely wooden sign that read ‘Primrose Field’ in big letters.


    She immediately squatted down, looking at the beautiful little nts, and turned to Kieran, “Is this


    primrose?”


    The nts were tastefully arranged, and the flowers were vibrant. There were white, blue, pink, yellow,


    orange, and beautiful purple ones. Arranged in a field, they looked like a delicate and beautiful rainbow.


    Kieran squatted down with Julie and answered, “Yes, primroses. They bloom for a long period.”


    While each flower might not be as eye-catching as a rose, when arranged in a field, they were


    incredibly beautiful. The vitality within them was awe-inspiring. They were growing quietly, without


    arrogance or impatience.


    Wrapped in her beige cotton coat, Julie walked along the path in the flower field with a smile on her


    face. Kieran, in his white down jacket, followed her quietly.


    “We’ll reach the seaside if we continue walking,” he said,


    Julie abruptly stopped, and Kieran followed her gaze to see two bees hovering over a flower. The


    flower was not fragrant, yet it attracted bees with it’s quiet beauty.


    “Do you want to know the flowernguage of this flower?” Kieran suddenly leaned into Julie’s ear and


    asked softly.


    She turned to look at him, “Does it have one? What is it?”


    “Give me a kiss, and I’ll tell you,” he wrapped his arm around her waist. To anyone watching, they were


    the picture of sweetness.


    Knowing he was teasing her, Julie pushed his hand away and didn’t dwell on the question. Instead, she


    ran deeper into the flower field.


    Julie in the beige cotton coat was in the colorful flower field, with the bright sunshine behind her. She


    took out her phone and started to take pictures of the beautiful flowers. Kieran, whose hand was in his


    down jacket pocket, happened to feel his phone.


    This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    On a whim, he took out his phone and snapped a few shots.


    Looking at the woman in the photo, a smile spread across Kieran’s face. He seemed very satisfied with


    the picture. He put his phone back in his pocket and nced at a nearby vendor, lost in thought…


    In Julie’s camera, a magnificently colored butterfly was dancing and chasing on the white primroses,


    creating a breathtaking scene Kieran, who had somehow walked behind her, quietly watched the scene


    on her phone.


    She turned around, offering him a soft smile, tapping on the image of a butterfly on her phone screen,


    and asked, “Isn’t it beautiful?”


    His eyes fell on her delicate face, nodding in agreement, “Beautiful.”


    “I was talking about the butterfly!”


    “But it’s not as beautiful as you.”


    Julieughed, lifting her phone towards his face, swiftly pressing the shutter as if capturing the scenery.


    She was full of affection.


    The man captured on her phone screen was breathtakingly handsome, enough to be a poster boy. As


    she was admiring the image, a low, pleasant voice came from across the table. He was looking into her


    eyes, telling her, “I can’t live without you.”


    The sound of the ocean waves hitting the rocks made his words unclear.


    She held her phone, turning towards him in surprise, “What?”


    “I can’t live without you.”


    Her heart started pounding, Julie smiled lightly, gently biting her lip, asking, “Is this a confession?”


    “It’s thenguage of flowers. The symbolic meaning of the primroses.”


    Julie rolled her eyes at him, “It would have been better if you confessed your love to me at this


    moment, Kerry. You reallyck a sense of romance.”


    “Give me your hand.” He reached out to her.


    Although she didn’t know what he was up to, Julie extended her hand, looking at him with a puzzled


    expression. He pulled out a bracelet from his pocket, slipping it onto her wrist, “The primrose


    symbolizes ‘I can’t live without you. The white ones represent youth, first love. Red ones symbolize an


    unregrettable and undying love. Sycamore Vige is known for its silverworks, especially the highest


    quality of sterling silver.”


    He fastened the bracelet around her wrist.


    Julie looked down at the delicate chain around her wrist, the bracelet was made up of countless


    primrose petals, each intricately designed.


    “Legend has it in Greek mythology, there was a young man named Paralysos who had a beautiful


    fiancée. They were eagerly waiting for their wedding day when the fiancée died of sickness. Distraught


    with grief, Paralysosmitted suicide. The goddess of love, Aphrodite, taking pity on him, turned him


    into a flower that bloomed beside his lover’s grave. That flower was the primrose,” he told her with


    deep affection.


    Julie shifted her gaze from the bracelet back to Kieran’s face, That’s not the version heard.”


    “What version did you hear?” As he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, they began to walk towards


    the flower fields.


    She said, “I read about a different legend of the primrose in a book. It was said that a mute nymph was


    in love with a handsome young man, who was surrounded by a group of admirers. Unable to express


    her love verbally, the nymph could only watch him from a distance. Day by day, her life began to fade.


    Even in death, her love for the young man remained unwavering. Hence, flowers sprouted from the


    ground where she died… those flowers were the primrose.”.


    Was there a difference? Both were tragic tales, soaked in blood.


    Suddenly, Julie turned to him, gripping his arm, “Today’s the Advent, right?”


    Kieran nodded, “Didn’t you call granny first thing in the morning? What made you remember it again?”


    Julie’s eyes twinkled like stars, she looked up at him, “After telling two heartbreaking stories, it


    reminded me of this ancient festival. Shouldn’t we spend it with our living family members?”


    He gently poked her forehead, looking at her with an adoring gaze, “What’s going on in that head of


    yours?”


    Excited, she pushed him, “Let’s go, let’s go! We need to pick up Ivan and head to the Moore family for


    dinner!”