The necklace was crafted from premium gold, its centerpiece a finely carved jade horse—legs outstretched mid-gallop, so lifelike it seemed ready to leap.
Soren, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up. “Ms. Locke, what a coincidence. It appears we have the same taste.”
Tonia glanced at him. “I like the horse, so…”
But Soren cut her off, firm and resolute. “Ms. Locke, would you let me have it instead? As compensation, I’ll bid on some other pieces and gift them to you.”
Tonia hesitated, clearly torn.
Alistair shot Soren a curious look. “You’re never interested in jewelry. What’s with the insistence? Planning to give it to some woman?”
Soren smiled, just a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Of course, to someone special. But we’re still getting to know each other, so I can’t be too public about it yet.”
He was already making plans; this necklace would be his return gift to Lumina. That way, whenever she wore it, she’d remember the time they spent riding together.
Alistair chuckled. “Keeping secrets, are we?”
Cedric turned to Tonia at just the right moment. “That necklace doesn’t really suit you. The painting of the peach orchard matches you much better. Why not go for that one instead?”
Truthfully, Tonia loved the necklace. But with Cedric speaking up, she could only nod in reluctant agreement, eager to show how obedient she could be.
Only then did Soren finally relax. He lowered his head and, grateful, sent Cedric a quick message: [Thank you, Cedric.]
By the end of the evening, Soren had claimed the necklace, just as he wanted. Tonia, meanwhile, took the peach orchard painting home.
When Cedric returned to the car, Hilton noticed his empty hands and grinned. “Didn’t find anything worth buying tonight, Mr. Royce?”

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