hapter 231 The Bracelet
Chapter 231 The Bracelet
John couldn’t bear another second listening to these sycophants fakeughing and ttering him. He was about to get up and leave the private room when his eyes caught a glint of silver on the wrist of the college girl he’d brought tonight.
It <b>was </b>a silver bracelet.
An exact replica of the silver bracelets he had crafted by hand for Lily.
His pupils contracted sharply, and a fresh wave of pain tore through his chest.
Those bracelets had been their token of love–symbols of their bond,
She’d once told him she loved them and would treasure them for the rest of her life.
He didn’t want to believe she could have them away or sold them
But the bracelet design was one–of–a–kind. He had crafted it himself, designed the pattern, and engraved it with her initials on the inside.
There was no <b>way </b>it was a coincidence.
Yes–on the inside, he had carved a single letter, I., for Lily,
If that letter wasn’t inside this bracelet, then it wasn’t the one he made hers, safe and sound…
But if it was there….
That would mean Lily had kept
He shot up from the couch and strode over to the girl–Lynn–like a man possessed.
“Ah!”
Startled, Lynn yelped as he mped down on her wrist,
She was terrified, practically on the verge of tears, but she knew better than <b>to </b>anger a man like John. She swallowed hard and tried to keep her voice steady. “Mr. John, 1-”
“Take it off.” His tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. “Take off the bracelet.”
Lynn trembled uncontrobly.
She didn’t understand why this wealthy, powerful man was so fixated on a cheap silver bracelet.
Still, she dared not disobey. <b>Andy</b>/seated beside her, urged her with a nervous whisper to just do as he
said.
With trembling fingers, she unsped the bracelet and handed it to John.
Moments ago, he had been desperate to confirm whether it was the bracelet. Now that it was in his hand, he found himself frozen, almost afraid to look.
He took a deep breath, steeled himself, and slowly turned the bracelet over
There it was
I..
No room for doubt
This <b>was </b>the bracelet he had made for Lily. With his own hands. His enen design. His love, poured into silver
“John… is something wrong with it?” Andy asked cautiously, clearly unnerved by John’s devastated
<b>expression</b>.
John didn’t respond.
He just kept staring <b>at </b>the bracelet like it had crushed his soul.
Andy hesitated. “If you like it. I’ll have Lynn give it to you.”
John didn’t <b>even </b>nce at him.
His eyes stayed locked on Lynn. “Where did you get this bracelet?” he demanded, voice hoarse and cracking. “Speak.”
Lynn looked like she was about to cry. “I… I bought it from a little <b>vendor </b>stall, <b>she </b>stammered. “I really liked the design. It’s pretty, and the two letters inside… they just happen to be my initials.”
“I thought it felt like fate, so I’ve worn it ever since…
From a street vendor….
John didn’t want to believe Lily had thrown it away, but he could piece it together.
She’d said before that she got rid of everything he gave her.
When he went to that secondhand store, he hadn’t seen this bracelet listed among her things. That meant she probably hadn’t sold it–just tossed it.
He’d told himself she was onlyshing out. <b>That </b>she didn’t really throw it away.
But now the truth <b>was </b>staring him in the face.
She <b>had </b>thrown away their symbol of love.
Did that mean… she didn’t <b>want </b>him anymor
either<b>? </b>
A crushing pain wrapped around his chest <b>and </b>dragged bui
mind.
Her hometown had a tradition.
When <i>tw </i>
under. Her voice from earlier echoed in.
people were in love, they’d cut a lock of each other’s <b>hair </b>and bury it beneath a silk tree. It was said they’d find each other <b>again </b>in the next life.
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She had insisted on doing the same.
Back then, when she begged him to cut his hair for that silly linte ritual, he had mocked her for being childish. But truthfully, his heart had mehed.
Deep down, he wanted that too.
To stay with her, forever.
But tonight, she said she had dug it all up.
Burned everything.
No.
She’d only thrown the bracelet away out of anger. Because he gave Elsa a wedding
There was no way she would destroy what they buried under the tree.
“John.”
Andy called his name gently, noticing how ashen his face had be.
But John ignored himpletely.
He clutched the bracelet tightly in his hand and bolted out of the room.
Technically, he could just go back to their old house to check. He’d know right away whether the silk tree offering was still there.
But the truth was, even someone as iron–willed as John could be afraid.
Right now, he was too scared to <b>find </b>out.