The Breaking Point of Love

The Scent of 117

Just like the previous property deed, since these items were placed on her vanity table, it meant they were meant for her.

Feeling puzzled, Celeste opened one of the round brocade boxes.

The moment she lifted the lid and saw what was inside, she froze for a second. It was the set of emerald jewelry she had wanted to bid on at the auction a few days ago!

The other box was a rectangular one that looked heavy. Could it be…

She put down the round brocade box and opened the rectangular one. Inside, as expected, was a scroll.

She picked up the scroll, placed it on the round table in the room, and slowly unrolled it. A stunningly lifelike embroidered painting, shimmering with brilliance, was revealed before her eyes.

Looking at the two auction pieces she had wanted just days ago, now both in her hands, Celeste remained silent for a long time.

She thought, if she wasn’t mistaken, these two items had been bought by Trevor as birthday gifts for her grandma.

One would be given in Martha’s name. The other would be given in their name as husband and wife.

Just then, Jordyn came running up the stairs, looking

remarked, “Oh, Dad brought these back a few days ago. He said they’re for

up the scroll and placing

the brocade boxes away,

to a shooting range. Then, she accompanied her on a roller

was still having fun and wanted

able to bear dampening her

things to do. If you

tag along. She pouted unhappily and clung to Celeste,

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had always worked–Celeste could never resist her

mother would surely give in again. But this time, Celeste gently pushed her away and said, “I really have something important to do. I’ll take

her brows, Jordyn assumed her mother’s business must be serious. In the end, she

care of Jordyn, Celeste got into her car, set the navigation, and drove to an antique market a

fountain pen, a bottle of iron gall ink, blotting paper, and fine handmade paper–crafted

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Chapter 117