Chapter 1404: The Luckiest One to Be Abandoned The ancient town in winter had a chill in the air. Daphne Wells hurriedly put on a coat and rushed downstairs, causing the wooden stairs of the inn to creak. The ancient town was not large, with scomplex alleys on both sides of the river leading to different scenic spots, either the former residences of celebrities or places of cultural significance.
Daphne Wells felt like a child abandoned by her parents as she dashed out of the inn. Glancing left and right, she saw no end to the deep alleys, and there wasn't a single passerby in sight. So where did they go? She followed her instincts and turned right, then started running through the alley. On her left was a high bluestone wall weathered by wind and sun, covered with moss. On her right were rows of distinctive riverside inns.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter running past the long row of inns, she continued along the first branching alley, searching for Rowan and Claire's figures. As for why she was looking for them, even Daphne Wells didn't know. Unrequited love had turned her into an anxious stalker, unable to control her actions.
In another alley, Rowan and Claire were looking at bracelets in front of an ancient cinnabar shop. Under the bright light, each bracelet was eye-catching, attracting the young girl's attention. "I really can't resist these little accessories," Claire said with joy, like a child. Rowan accompanied her, slowly selecting with her.
The shopkeeper was a young, beautiful girl dressed in traditional clothing, with a sweet voice. "Miss, this one suits you better. The lucky bead bracelet is smaller and more delicate, making your skin look fairer. The lotus pattern actually seems a bit old- fashioned." In fact, Claire preferred the bracelet with the lotus pattern. She tried on both, comparing them.
"Dr. Watson, which one do you think looks best?" she asked, seeking his opinion.
"Just buy both," Rowan replied. That's how men were, especially those who had money.
Claire shook her head, her gaze returning to the bracelets. "No, I want to choose one of the two." As soon as her words fell, she made up her mind. "I'll take this one, okay?" She looked up at the shopkeeper and said, "I'll take the one with the lotus pattern. Please wrap it up for me, thank you!" "Alright," the shopkeeper replied with a smile, glancing at the elegant man beside her. "Sir, would you like to pick one too? There are couple's versions of this bracelet." The shopkeeper was good at doing business, smiling at them. "You two make such a perfect, talented couple." Rowan shook his head. "Thank you, but I don't need one." Claire spoke up with a smile. "Just wrap this one for me. He's a doctor, and he has to go into the operating room every day. It's not suitable for him to wear these things." S The shop assistant nodded in understanding. "So he's a doctor," she thought, unable to help but take a few extra glances at him. "I'll wrap it up for you, please wait." Perhaps everyone had a mysterious admiration for doctors since they could save lives. Claire put the lucky bead bracelet she had removed back on the display tray.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRowan gently touched the three beads that had been abandoned feeling a bit emotional. "When you have to choose between two options, it's the one that's abandoned that's the luckiest." There was swisdom in his words.
"Right," Claire agreed, taking the bag from the shopkeeper. Rowan scanned the QR code to pay.
"Take care, you two! May you grow old together and have a pleasant journey!" Rowan gave her a warm, polite smile, put his arm around Claire's shoulders, and continued walking along the row of shops.
Claire said, "You were right just now. When you have to choose between two options, the one that's abandoned is the luckiest." "Wow! This lucky bead hand-woven rope is so beautiful! Boss, how much is it? I'll take it!" Rowan and Claire paused, glancing back at the cinnabar shop they had just left. They saw a girl in a long dress, who had just put on a bracelet and paid, leaving the shop with a delighted expression.