fanqie novel
Chapter 279
She had long forgotten how she lost the knife back then or how it ended up in his hands. It couldn’t be due to a previous life, could it?
“Uh, this knife looks like it’s made of high–carbon steel, solid and sharp enough to cut through iron. You guys didn’t know that?”
“No.”
Nelson shook his head, his admiration for her growing once again, “Xan, you’re amazing! How can you tell the material of a knife with. just one glance?” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g
“Heh, it’s nothing really.”
Xanthea waved it off dismissively. The gleam in Orion’s dark eyes gradually faded, sinking into the night.
(OMG, Xan actually cares! Just admit you have feelings for Mr. Lockwood!]
[Look at Mr. Lockwood fillet a fish so swiftly and cleanly. Xan is lucky to have someone who can cook so well!]
[Tall, handsome, and can cook? Xan, you better not let this one go! If you don’t want him, I’ll take him!]
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[I’m shipping this so hard! The other five guests couldn’t even borrow a knife, but the moment Xan couldn’t eat, Mr. Lockwood immediately took his out. Isn’t this favoritism? Isn’t this love?]
[I’ve heard say high–carbon steel is tough, but it rusts easily. Mr. Lockwood’s knife looks old but well– kept, definitely cherished. Now he’s using it to clean fish for Xanthea–he’s so in love with her!!]
Watching Orion meticulously prepare the fish, Xanthea couldn’t resist sitting closer and asked tentatively, “Mr. Lockwood, your knife is really sharp. What brand is it?”
“Custom–made.”
Sheesh, he seemed quite familiar with his knife.
“It looks like it was made in Switzerland. Did you get it there?”
“No, it was a gift.”
Nonsense!
She had loved that knife so much that she wouldn’t even let Samuel touch it, how could she have given it to him?
“Who gave it to you? I noticed there’s a ‘N‘ on the handle, what does that stand for?”
She asked too many questions, and as Orion glanced up, Xanthea pretended to be cluelessly curious.
Orion’s gaze deepened, intense enough to make her uneasy.
“Sunshine, she was my sunshine.”
Xanthea was stunned, for a moment feeling like he wasn’t talking about sunshine, but her.
Because right now, his eyes were filled with nothing but her.
In Crestwood, at the Jonson Hotel.
Matthew woke up with a splitting headache, rubbing his temples groggily as memories began to flood back.
Yesterday was his 15th–anniversary meeting with Xan. He had gone to a bar to drink alone and, in his longing, called Xan. Unexpectedly. Xan immediately come over, hugged his neck, saying she missed and loved him, and wanted to go to a hotel with him.
As he looked at the scattered clothes and a woman’s bra on the floor, a surge of extreme joy overwhelmed him.
Xan had finally close to him, finally becoming his woman!
Elated, he got out of bed and opened the door, only to see Miranda in a bathrobe.
“Matt, you’re awake?”
When the woman’s familiar voice and bare face magnified before him, it struck him like a bolt from the blue, leaving him utterly stunned,
“What? Why is it you? Where’s Xan? Where is she?”