“I left something here. I came to get it,” she said as soon as he opened the door, hurrying towards the


    kitchen.


    She was relieved when she saw the bag was still in the cab. On the other hand, she wondered if


    she should just give him the present.


    And how exactly was she supposed to do that? As a friend? As his girlfriend? If he asked why, what


    would she tell him?


    Would it be awkward if she just handed it to him?


    Wesley stood at the door of the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest. The expression on her


    face kept changing. He could tell that something was on her mind.


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    “What’s in it? You look conspiratorial.”


    Unable to make up her mind, she felt frustrated. In the end, she took the bag out of the cab and


    handed it to Wesley.


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    “I saw itst time when I was shopping. I thought it suited you, so I bought it. I haven’t found an


    opportunity to give it to you until today.”


    Wesley took the bag and opened it. Inside was a ck embroidered box containing a lighter.


    He tried the lighter. A me whooshed out, about as tall as the lighter itself.


    “Looks expensive.” Wesley smiled, extinguished the mes and put the lighter back into the box.


    “She isn’t rich. Then how did she afford it?’ he thought.


    ir shook her head and said, “It’s okay. I bought it with my own money. I hope you like it.”


    Wesley put the box into the bag and handed it to her.


    “Return it.


    You’re a student. You shouldn’t have bought something so expensive.


    “But I already paid for it.” ir didn’t take the bag. ‘Is he rejecting me?”


    Wesley stuffed the bag into her arms and walked out of the kitchen.


    “Then give it to your uncle.” Adalson also smoked.


    ir’s heart broke into little pieces.


    She had been so excited to give it to him. At this moment, her heart was filled with disappointment.


    After ncing at the bag in her hands, she asked, “You really hate me, don’t you?”


    When Wesley heard what ir said, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, paralyzed by her words.


    “No, I don’t,” he replied.


    ir wouldn’t Let the matter drop. She hurried over to him and asked,


    “Then why won’t you take my gift?”