The box opened to reveal an exquisitely crafted bracelet, distinct from anything commonly found on the market—utterly unique.
"Beauty, I designed this bracelet myself. It's one of a kind.
I've always wanted to give it to you but never found the right moment.
I hope you won't refuse it."
After speaking, Dyson took the bracelet from the velvet box and moved it around her wrist.
But she subtly pulled her hand back, pressing her soft pink lips together before saying, "Dyson, you really don't have to be so good to me.
Besides, Lucas isn't fond of me wearing things given by others."
His hand paused mid-air.
After a brief silence, he gently took her hand and placed the bracelet in her palm.
"If you won't wear it, then keep it.
It's engraved with your name—it belongs to you.
Even if you don't want to put it on, you can hold onto it as a keepsake."
Seeing his insistence, she didn't argue further.
