He lifted his hand to pick it up and placed it on his lap.
The box was heavier than he had imagined.
Perhaps because of its age, the box was tightly sealed, and it took Noah Drexler so effort to open it.
Inside were so scattered items, but each of them was wrapped carefully in plastic, showing her deep care for these possessions.
Noah reached out with his long fingers and picked up a pair of small pink gloves wrapped in several layers of plastic. The gloves were so small that only a child a few years old could wear them.
"This is the only thing my mother knitted for ," Sumr Shawcross explained as she looked at the glove in Noah’s hand.
"Because she passed away not long after I was born."
Listening to her words, Noah’s handso face paused with an expression, recalling what she had said when she handed the box to him.
She said this box was sothing she couldn’t lose, even if it cost her life.
After a mont, he put down the small gloves and continued to look at the items in the tal box.
Aside from a few valuable pieces of jewelry and so rare vinyl records, there were only two photographs left.
He picked up the two photos and placed them in front to examine them.
One was a Shawcross family portrait, with a young Sumr in Mr. Shawcross’s arms, her chubby face looking adorable.
The other photo was a solo picture of a woman, so faded and yellowed that her face was unrecognizable.
"This is a photo of my mother, and it’s the only one I have," Sumr sighed as she looked at the photo in his hand.
In fact, she had never seen her mother, and it was only after constantly pestering her father that he finally gave her this faded, unrecognizable photo.
But even so, it was her most precious possession because it was the only photo of her mother in this world.
Hearing this, Noah’s gaze flickered.
Such a precious item, yet she was willing to entrust it to him.
Two years ago, when she first arrived at The Hillside Villa, she wouldn’t even let him touch a stray cat she had found outside, treating him like a monster ready to devour her.
But now, he finally felt that sothing had indeed changed over these two years.
A faint, inexplicable joy rose within his heart...
After a mont, he put away the emotion on his face, returned the items to the box, and closed it again.
Seeing this, Sumr Shawcross looked up at Noah, asking softly.
"So, have you forgiven ?"
She had shown such sincerity, surely, he should forgive her now.
Hearing this, Noah furrowed his brows slightly, lowered his eyes to look at the woman in his arms, and patiently asked.
"Forgive you?"
"Forgive for betting with Wendy Linden and selling you..." She pursed her lips, speaking, her face showing concern as she watched his expression.
After she finished, Noah didn’t imdiately respond, instead furrowing his brows, his eyes showing a complex emotion.
After several seconds, he pressed his thin lips together and spoke in a low voice.
"I don’t bla you."
He didn’t intend to bla her; just the thought that he ant nothing to her stirred uncontrollable irritation and anger within him.
He himself didn’t understand why he’d beco so greedy. She was already obediently by his side, yet he was still not satisfied. He even wanted to occupy her entire heart...
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