But Patrick didn’t even glance her way. Instead, he placed the necklace around my neck.
I opened my mouth to refuse, but he gently held my hand.
“Lora, you deserve the best.”
Christy turned around and stormed away angrily, while Patrick glanced after her from the corner of his eye.
His slightly furrowed brows and clenched fists betrayed his inner turmoil.
I smiled as I took off the necklace and handed it back to Patrick.
"Such a valuable piece should be kept in a bank safe."
Patrick was momentarily stunned, his brows relaxing slightly.
He held the necklace tightly, but before he could say anything, I continued.
"But I still want to thank you for the gift. In fact, I’ve prepared a surprise for you—it’s on the bedside table in the bedroom."
He hugged me tightly, stroking my back gently.
"Lora is the best. I can’t wait to see what the surprise is!"
As he held me close, his right foot subtly shifted towards the door.
The eager look in his eyes was nearly overflowing, and I could see how anxious he was to soothe Christy.
I smiled silently.
"If there’s something urgent at the company, go handle it!"
Patrick looked at me gratefully before quickly leaving with the jewelry box.
I then climbed into the online taxi I had booked, driving swiftly toward the airport.
Patrick’s black Maybach sped past my car window, and I watched it disappear in the distance.
Patrick, goodbye.
Never again.
