Dax Harrison paused slightly, casting a glance at the small-leaved rosewood bracelet on his wrist.
When he looked at Yvonne Finley, his eyes were filled with a shadowy, indistinct emotion.
"Just something I bought on a whim. Do you like it?"
There was a nonchalant indifference in his question.
Yvonne was inscrutable, "I've seen an identical one to this."
Dax Harrison grinned, "It's just a bracelet, common enough on the market. Nothing special."
This time...
Yvonne remained silent.
Dax Harrison's words had clearly revealed his dishonesty.
Small-leaved rosewood bracelets may not be rare, but what's special is the design —only her uncle would thread a cape jasmine petal through the beads. He would hand-carve each petal himself; she often saw him creating such pieces. He developed a habit of wearing these self-designed accessories, they aren't something you would just stumble upon.
She was absolutely certain.
This beaded bracelet by all means was a creation of her uncle.
