Chapter 20 A Gift in Retur
Seeing that Martha was suspicious, Serena quickly seized the opportunity to change the subject
“Harrison, I bought you a scart, but I’m unsure if you’ll like it.”
As soon as she said this, Martha’s attention was immediately drawn to the topic. She smiled and added, “Serena spent quite a while choosing the scart at the boutique.” Serena stood up and pulled a delicate box from the pile of gifts on the table. She opened the box, holding the silver gray paisley–patterned scarf and offering it to Harrison His gaze on the scarf, and a glimmer of surprise crossed his eyes
Seeing no immediate response from him, Serena felt uneasy. She nervously bit her lip and asked, “You don’t like it?!
As soon as she finished speaking, Harrison looked up, shifting his gaze from the scart in her hands to her face. There was a hint of warmth in his smile.
He suddenly stood up, swiftly removed his tie, and ran his fingers along the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning each button. His skin was fair, his collarbones were clearly visible, and his strong chest muscles subtly defined an alluring outline under his shirt. He exuded not just restraint but an irresistible sexual tension.
Serena’s eyes followed his every move, and she involuntarily gulped.
Suddenly, Harrison reached out and gently grasped her wrist, pulling her close instantly. He was a head taller than her, so his tall, Jean body completely cast a shadow over her. In an instant, an indescribable sense of ambiguity filled the air.
“I need to try it on first to know whether I like it or not.” His voice was low and magnetic, each word seemingly carrying a charm that went straight to Serena’s heart.
She swallowed again, het tace red as an apple as she stammered, “W–What?”
“Help me put on the scarf”
“Ch, okay,” Serena answered softly, her hands trembling slightly as she removed the scarf from the box.
Her movements were abat awkward, and each time her fingers brushed against his warm skin, it felt like a spark igniting She could feel her fingertips burning with heat.
Harrison’s eyes lowered slightly, razing at her without blinking. His amber pupils were deep and huminous.
At such a close distance, hecould clearly see the soft fuzz on her face, shimmering faintly in the gentle light.
Serena couldn’t withstand the intensity of his affectionate gaze even though she knew he was just putting on an act in front of Martha. Her hands became increasingly flustered, and she hastily finished tying the scart.
“Olan. It’s done.”
Harrison looked down at the scart and raised an eyebrow in satisfaction. Then, he reached out and pulled Serena into his arms, his voice full of laughter. “I really like your Serena looked up at him. At that moment, she could hear nothing but her heart’s lood, chytlimic beat. She murmured, “I’m glad you like it.”
Martha felt deeply reassured by watching their sweet exchange, and her earlier suspicions were momentarily set aside. She smiled and said, “Serena really has good taste.” Harrison raised his hand and brushed a lack of hair from her shoulder, his tone gentle. “Of course Otherwise, how would she have picked me?
Serena’s eyes were filled with panic, just like her unsteady breathing and cacing heartbeat She lowered her gaze to avoid his eyes, trying hard to calm her turbulent emotions. Martha shot him a disapproving glance and warned him “Take good care of Serena from now on. Don’t bully her, or I’ll have a word with you.
Later that night, Martha still wouldn’t leave after dinner. She pulled Serena into the living room to chat more.
Harrison glanced at the time and softly reminded her, “Grandma, it’s getting late. You should go back now,” Martha didn’t budge.
A mischievous glint flickered in her eyes as she slowly said, “I’m not going back tonight. I’ll stay here and spend the night.”
Upon hearing this, Harrison and Sermaexchanged a glance. They knew exactly what Martha was trying to do–she just wanted to confirm the authenticity of their marriage. “What? Am I not welcome? She pretended to scold Harrison.
Harrison waved his hand and instructed the maid, “Go prepare a room for Grandma.”
“Yes, Mr. Spencer.”
Having succeeded in her plus, Martha started to usher the young couple to their room.
“Alright it’s really late now. You two should go to your room and rest.”
Serena looked at Harrison helplessly. He stood up nonchalantly, pulling her from the couch and wrapping his arm around her slender waist.
“Grandma, we’ll head upstairs to rest now.
Martha waved her land, saying meaningfully, “Go. Best well.”
Serena nodded her head slightly and said, “Goodnight, Grandma.”
“Goodnight.”
After that, Harron Ind Serena upstairs.
