Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

Chapter 285

"Here's your gift," Austin stated.

Suzanne turned to him, her gaze falling on the small square box he placed before her.

His eyes held a trace of amusement as he said warmly, "Go on. Open it."

Yasmine and Aaron smiled as they watched.

Suzanne traced her fingers over the box, its velvet texture soft to the touch. Picking it up carefully, she lifted the lid.

Her eyes lit up instantly. Inside lay a platinum necklace adorned with multicolored gemstones. To an untrained eye, it might seem ordinary, but Suzanne recognized its origin at a glance.

It was a custom piece from the Art Deco era, commissioned by Iluria nobility. Handcrafted in gold, it featured inlays of aquamarine and diamonds. The design was inspired by leaves-each one meticulously textured and sculpted by hand, exuding both elegance and timeless charm.

"An antique necklace like this has a starting price in the millions. Well done, brat! You spoil your wife with something this exquisite, yet I never got such treatment!" Yasmine teased.

Austin remained unfazed. "You have Aaron. You don't need me pampering you."

Yasmine was momentarily speechless while Aaron chuckled but wisely stayed out of it.

Suzanne felt a flicker of awkwardness, but there was no denying the necklace's beauty and rarity. It was exactly her style.

then, she had been fascinated with collecting antique jewelry, eager to study the craftsmanship behind them. Yet despite years of searching, she had never managed to find

gifted

him, eyes

up close, too hesitant to touch it. Sweat from her fingers could tarnish something so

this was highly susceptible to sweat

it. The thought of him putting in so much effort just for her sent a tremor

gaze never left her. Seeing her genuinely pleased brought a rare smile

Yasmine observed Austin and

ovelbet

the first time had seen him like this.

deeply in

attention back to Suzanne. The joy

enough to tell the difference. Suzanne was nothing like those materialistic women who chased

the price tag. It was appreciation, a genuine respect for

head popped out from the side of the table, and her

is so pretty. Uncle Austin, put it on Aunt Suzanne!" she urged. She clapped her hands excitedly, setting

pinching her round little cheeks

she could refuse,

at Yasmine and Aaron. They both smiled, and Yasmine murmured, "Try it

holding the necklace, waiting for

no. She wore a smile and nodded. Wearing such a piece