Chapter 406: Chapter 406: Someone Loves You Too
When I say possessiveness, if you break down the word and say it in two parts, I might believe it...
Thinking about it made her feel even sorer in her waist. As she moved to pick up her bag, she asked Eli Sheridan, "Let’s not talk about that. I have to go out now."
"Why?"
"To appease someone!" Ann Vaughn hung up after saying these three words, took her things, and went out.
Looking at the phone screen that had been hung up, Eli Sheridan suddenly chuckled, "She’s really..."
"Wow, the last time I saw you laugh genuinely like this, I can’t even remember when that was," a man in a red suit teased as he sat across from Eli Sheridan in the fashion store.
"Did you bring everything I asked for?" Eli Sheridan chuckled, put the phone aside, and slowly played with the Buddha beads in his hand.
The man immediately clapped his hands, signaling for the store clerk to bring the clothes rack over for Eli Sheridan to inspect.
Looking around, there were clothes so pink they almost exploded with girlish charm: lace ruffles, cinched waist and puffy skirts, each design unique.
Not to mention all these clothes were designed by the former royal designer of K Country, making them priceless.
Seeing the clothes on the rack, Eli Sheridan’s mild eyes slightly brightened, "Not bad."
"You should know who designed them," the man boasted, then curiously asked, "But who are you giving all these to? Your two sisters?"
Eli Sheridan’s smile did not change, "Not them, it’s for another cuter little sister."
The man exclaimed, "Could it be a sweetheart sister? You’re finally realizing that women are better than work?"
"No."
"That’s odd, who is the sister worthy enough for a busy man like you to specially prepare these and put effort into matching them?"
Having known Eli Sheridan for so many years, the man was one of the few who knew Eli Sheridan had a strong desire for pairing, but only with cute people or things.
He himself always wore a Tang suit, a string of Buddha beads in his hand, without more decorations.
Had it not been for the time when the man accidentally stumbled upon the room originally prepared for the lost daughter in the Sheridan Family and saw the cabinet full of vintage doll dresses.
He wouldn’t have known his seemingly gentlemanly brother had such a secret hobby, with a heart swelling with girliness...
"She’s a very cute girl," Eli Sheridan said with a smile.
"I saw how indifferent you were even to Jane and Cynthia, your biological sisters," the man shrugged, grinning cheekily.
Only then did Eli Sheridan’s smile fade a bit, "Whether they’re biological is another matter."
"No... way?!" The man was somewhat stunned, such a significant matter shouldn’t be mistaken by the Sheridan Family.
But he knew Eli Sheridan well; he wouldn’t speak lightly unless he had suspicions.
Eli Sheridan didn’t elaborate on this matter but said, "Wrap up all these clothes and send them to this address for me..."
...
In the most prestigious private jewelry store in Marinia.
Ann Vaughn spent a whole two hours looking for strategies, and posting for help, before settling on this jewelry store named "Transient."
"Hello, Miss, welcome to ’Transient’, is there anything you need?" a sweet-looking clerk approached to ask.
Ann Vaughn nodded, asking, "Do you have... men’s tie clips?"
"We do, this way," the clerk led Ann Vaughn to the counter, "Every piece of jewelry design in our store is unique. To ensure this, design diagrams are destroyed after use; there will never be a second with the same design."
Ann Vaughn, of course, knew this, because it’s precisely why she chose this store.
She lowered her head, scanning the items in the counter one by one until her gaze fell on a tie clip inlaid with light blue gems, exuding a subtle luxury.
The clerk noticed this and immediately explained to her, "This design has been named ’Redamancy’ by our designer, meaning when you love someone, that person is also loving you."
"You can see it has two larger blue jewels at each end, with interconnecting patterns in the middle, symbolizing the meaning of Redamancy."
This explanation made Ann Vaughn’s heart thump; she couldn’t take her eyes off the tie clip.
Driven by impulse, she said to the clerk, "Wrap it up for me."
"Alright, please wait a moment."
After the card was swiped, taking the package bag handed by the clerk, Ann Vaughn snapped back to reality as she walked out of the store.
No, why did she buy a tie clip with such a significance?
The relationship between her and Cyrus Hawthorne had nothing to do with "Redamancy"!
Thinking about it, Ann Vaughn turned to head back to the store to return the tie clip, but her legs wouldn’t move, a faint voice resounding in her heart.
What are you afraid of?
Cyrus Hawthorne might not know that the tie clip has such deep significance, so why feel guilty?
Consider it... a bit of selfishness on her part.
Besides, the word is indeed rare; even Ann Vaughn had heard it for the first time, so it should be easy to hide from Cyrus Hawthorne, right?
Standing hesitantly at the base of Hawthorne Corp.’s branch building, Ann Vaughn still felt conflicted.
If she went over to deliver it just like that, would she be too abrupt? She should do something that swings between calm and unexpected...
At that moment, she saw Mark Joyce directing some people holding large bunches of conjoined roses, coming out from the underground parking lot, furrowing her brows in confusion.
Strange, conjoined roses are a unique variety of the Isle of Flora; how come there are so many here?
Suddenly, her eyes lit up with an idea.
"Special Assistant Joyce!"
Hearing the voice, Mark Joyce turned his head, seeing Ann Vaughn, and felt like he was seeing a savior, "Miss Vaughn, are you here to see President Hawthorne?"
"Um..." Ann Vaughn didn’t answer that but looked at the bunches of flowers, asking, "Special Assistant Joyce, can I discuss something with you?"
"Go ahead!"
"If you don’t need these flowers, why not sell them to me? I have a use for them."
This made Mark Joyce look at Ann Vaughn with a complicated gaze for a while, shaking his head and sighing, "Miss Vaughn, if you need them you can take them directly. They’re not going to be used here anyway."
After all, when President Hawthorne will cool off is still uncertain; if these flowers can end up in Miss Vaughn’s hands, it might even complete their mission in a different way, wouldn’t it?
Just a pity...
Ann Vaughn found Mark Joyce’s gaze odd but didn’t ask further, signaling him to lean closer and whispered, "Special Assistant Joyce, I need to ask you to do something now, and you must not let your boss know about it..."
Her tense and cautious tone suddenly made Mark Joyce feel a bad premonition rising in his heart.