A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Chapter 323

The final item for auction was a diamond cross necklace, said to have a unique material and quite a storied background.

Gideon sat in the corner, unable to resist glancing at Calliope. What on earth did she want with the cross necklace? Could she be planning to give it to Silas?

His eyes narrowed sharply at the thought. It was entirely possible. Silas did have an interest in such things. He would visit a local church to chat with the priest now and then. It seemed like the kind of item Silas would appreciate.

Gideon watched Calliope, a strange feeling stirring within him. He had seen how kind Calliope could be to someone she cared about.

When she liked someone, she would be wholeheartedly devoted to them. Once upon a time, she had been that way with him. Whatever he wanted, she would prepare for him. She understood his likes better than he did himself.

And now, she belonged to Silas. Her devotion was now directed towards him.

Thinking of the recent, less-than-pleasant interactions with Yvette, he suddenly yearned for Calliope's kindness.

Yvette always claimed to have his best interests at heart, but her words rarely translated into actions. The more time he spent with her, the more suffocated he felt.

Now that she was pregnant, she frequently used the baby to manipulate him. And perhaps due to the pregnancy, her paranoia had escalated.

blame it on the pregnancy hormones, claiming she

cared for her. He constantly felt guilty,

he felt like Yvette was a completely different person. She wasn't the gentle, compliant

began to miss Calliope. She wasn't one for many words,

paled in comparison, and Calliope seemed so much better. Moreover, he

was hers. What

was Calliope

paid attention before, having a preconceived notion of her, but when thinking

work. Whenever he vented to Calliope about it, he would meet those people in

when a deal was

through, and he'd drunkenly

not to

agree to the

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thought it was just his good luck that

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