I nodded and said, " I'd like to take a look at this watch! Is that okay?"
Although she was unwilling, she still handed the watch to me. I looked at it carefully even though when it came to luxury goods, I had little knowledge and understanding about them
On the other hand, Freya said, "Wow, not bad, Aaron. How generous of him to give others something worth millions of dollars, and a Haute Couture no less."
Yana lowered her head and clenched her fists to cover up the loneliness in her eyes.
I said nothing and merely took out my cell phone to call Aaron.
The line went through and his voice was gentle, "Arianna, what's the matter?"
Looking at Eunice's nervous face, I smiled and said, "Remember you said that you wanted to give me a birthday present before? You mentioned that it was a custom-made watch. Do you still have it?"
Aaron said, "Yes, I've left it at home. I'll send it over to you another day."
I shook my head, "No, thanks. I'm not fond of hand-me-downs; just a tip for you when you send gifts to me in the future."
He was probably a little confused. After a pause, he said, "I've always kept the watch at home and I never let anyone wear it. Arianna, what are you saying?"
I shrugged, "You took a picture of the watch for me before. Today, I saw Miss Hathaway wearing it at the Golf Villa. Aaron, do not give me things that have been used by others. It's dirty."
Aaron was silent while the blood drained from Eunice's face. Everyone understood what my conversation with Aaron meant.
The expression of the rich ladies standing by Eunice instantly changed.
After a pause, she looked at Yana and said, "You should not always keep everything bottled up. Who knows how many women like Eunice you would come across in the future? Are you just going to let others bully you?"
Yana said in a self-deprecating way, "Aaron likes her. No matter what I say, they're all useless."
Freya frowned, "Is Aaron blind? How could he fall for such a woman?"
"Aaron is a germaphobe and doesn't usually bring women back to his villa. But since she let Eunice visit him, he must care about her." When Yana said this, her eyes dimmed and a bitter smile appeared on her face. It made my heart ache for her.
I frowned and wanted to say something, but I could not think of anything to say that would comfort her at the moment.
Thus, I pushed the dessert to her. "It's delicious. Have a taste."
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