Chapter 376
A string of makeshift cranberry beads, strung together with a bit of DIY effort- wearing this outside would
definitely turn heads, and not in a good way, right?
Dylan kept silent, but out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Clara crouched by the window, carefully picking
through the little red berries. She had already picked out her own string and slipped it onto her wrist. As she
stood, a twinge of numbness shot through her legs from staying in that position too long. Her fair skin was
flawless, and the crimson beads on her wrist only made it look even more like porcelain.
She'd planned to meet Dylan at seven, and as tcrept closer, she waited patiently. An hour later, Dylan and
Jackson finally appeared at the entrance. Jackson's eyebrows knitted together when he saw her, but Clara
instinctively took her place behind Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, are we heading to Moonlight now?" she
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asked.
Dylan nodded slightly, and she quickly followed him into the car. Aiden was at the wheel, with Jackson lounging
in the backseat. After a moment of hesitation, Clara decided to offer her gift. "Mr. Dylan, this is for you. A formal
apology for the situation with Sarah."
The gift was a pair of cufflinks from a luxury brand, evident from the elegant little box. Jackson, sitting beside
Dylan, let out a mocking laugh. "Word is, the Bradford family's been tight on cash lately. You're really pulling out
all the stops, huh?"
Dylan glanced at the box but didn't immediately take it. Instead, his eyes drifted to her wrist, where the
cranberry bracelet glimmered like fiery little gems. Clara's hand hovered in the air, awkwardly waiting. Just as
she was about to say something to break the tension, Dylan took the box, placing it aside with a nonchalant air.
Jackson, enjoying the scene, chimed in, "Dylan, count yourself lucky. At least you didn't end up with that cheap
bracelet." Turning to Clara, he added, "Who's the lucky recipient of that bracelet, anyway?"
Clara took a deep breath, trying to suppress her annoyance. Jackson was too brash, always speaking without a
filter. When she remained silent, Jackson continued, "Is it for your secret boyfriend? Lettell you, men are no
different from women; they love expensive gifts. The pricier, the more heartfelt. You gift Dylan something worth
thousands, but your boyfriend gets a trinket from a street stall? Wouldn't he be upset? The Bradford family isn't
that broke, are they?" "That's because Jackson doesn't understand," Clara finally retorted.
Jackson had never been told he didn't understand something. Raised in the Dawson family, he was groomed to
be a successor, mastering everything from equestrian to finance. His biggest regret was the arranged marriage
three years ago, which forced him to marry a woman he had never met. If not for that, his life would have been
perfect. Now, to be told by someone mocked in social circles that he didn't understand emotions? That was a
stretch.
Amused, he leaned back, challenging her, "Alright, enlighten me. What don't | get? Clara, the business partner
you're meeting tonight is me, and | considered this project for you because of Dylan. If your answer doesn't
impress me, even Dylan's influence won't help."
Clara had a hunch and pursed her lips, "You don't understand emotions."
Jackson might have looked like a playboy, but there was a twhen he was all heart. He once loved a girl
deeply, but his father, Walter, had insisted on marrying him off, forcing him to break up with his first love. He
spent three years abroad, only to hear that she had married someone else. He returned, full of resentment, and
immediately sought out a woman to sleep with, trying to rebel against the forced marriage. But, surprisingly, he
found a good match in his current partner.
"How am | supposed to understand emotions?" Jackson scoffed. "With women, if she's a player, be
straightforward; if she's innocent, spice things up. You just do the opposite. | don't need to understand feelings.
Most of the time, just throw smoney around, and they crunning."
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