Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1137:

Stepping forward, Hoyt announced, “Mr. Morgan, I’ve actually brought a gift for today too.”

Hoyt turned to the waiter, his tone imperious. “Please bring it over.”

Ever since Allison and Melany had presented their gifts, Hoyt had been waiting for the perfect moment to present his own. He had gone to great lengths to have a gift prepared, one he intended to deliver to Fabian personally.

“It’s not time to open gifts yet,” Fabian remarked, his brow creasing slightly.

The man’s timing felt inappropriate, even bordering on presumptuous.

“It’s alright. I’ll open it quickly,” Hoyt replied, entirely oblivious to the tension in the room.

With a flourish, he opened the box, a smug smile spreading across his face.

“This is a white pearl necklace, very rare,” Hoyt announced, his voice filled with pride. “My parents and I specially prepared it when we heard about your arrival, Mr. Morgan!”

Inside the jewelry box lay a string of perfectly round, lustrous pearls. Each pearl gleamed with a uniform, rich hue, their quality undeniable. A single high-quality white pearl was already a rarity; an entire necklace of such pearls was a sight to behold.

The audience’s murmurs shifted as astonishment replaced disdain. Even those who had been quietly mocking Hoyt seemed to reconsider their opinions.noveldrama

Allison, however, barely spared the necklace a glance. She shook her head slightly, her voice low with scorn. “What an utter fool.”

Kellan, standing nearby, had noticed it too. The necklace, for all its grandeur, was unmistakably intended for women. This was clearly a taboo for Fabian, whose mind was solely occupied by his late wife.

“‘Are you sure this is the gift you want to give me?’” Fabian’s voice dipped, a cold edge slicing through his words.

His gaze turned sharp as he continued, “We at the Dibya Group are extremely strict when selecting our partners. Please take your gift and leave. I don’t think you’re qualified.”

Hoyt froze, stunned by Fabian’s words. He couldn’t fathom what he had done wrong.

The gift he prepared was such a rare and valuable necklace — could it be that Fabian was simply too ignorant to recognize its worth?

“‘Mr. Morgan, you must at least let me know why,’” Hoyt said, his voice tinged with desperation. He wasn’t ready to admit defeat, not like this.

Fabian met his gaze directly, his eyes unwavering. “‘If you want to know, I have a few questions I’d like to ask you.’”

“‘Feel free to ask anything,’” Hoyt replied, spreading his hands in what he thought was a gesture of sincerity.

Fabian’s gaze dropped to the white necklace resting in the box. His tone remained neutral, but there was a hint of something more beneath it as he asked, “‘Was choosing this necklace your idea?’”

“‘Of course!’” Hoyt declared without hesitation, shamelessly claiming all the credit. “‘I thought about it for a long time before deciding.’”

Hoyt had noticed the mocking looks from Allison and Kellan but dismissed them. They must be jealous of him, he thought. Why else would they behave that way?

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