Chapter 24
Gwyneth fruce.
Harrison had appeared silently, taking the poetry book from her and placing it back on the shelf.
His expression was unreadable, and for a moment, she felt like she’d crossed a line. “Sorry for going through your things,” she said softly.
“It’s fine.” Harrison replied, his voice neutral, He’d told her to treat the place like her own, but there was something about the way he handled the book that made her feel like she’d stumbled onto something private.
Relieved he wasn’t angry, Gwyneth leaned in closer. That bookmark is really pretty
Just something I picked up at a stall,” Harrison said, his tone dismissive,
Gwyneth hesitated. The bookmark had been a rare find, a keepsake from her high school days. It couldn’t be just a random purchase.
But she wasn’t one to pry, especially not in an arranged relationship where boundaries were still being defined. Maybe it really was just a coincidence.
Gwyneth leaned back into the chair, scanning the room for a distraction, when her eyes fell on a book on the shelf. “The Radiance of Ancient Ceramics! You’re into pottery too?” she asked
The book was a comprehensive collection of famous ceramics, featuring both museum treasures and rare folk pieces that had been handed down through generations.
Gwyneth had always loved it, especially after her mother passed away With no one else to share stories about the ancient porcelain, the book had become a kind of solace
Harrison glanced over. Fragile, yet they carry so much history. Every pattern tells a story. It’s hard not to be fascinated. That’s why their value endures.
“You like this porcelain toot When I first got this book. I found myself constantly flipping to this page. I even made a trip to a museum across the country just to see the real thing
Gwyneth was visibly relaxed because of this topic. Her fingers brushed the slightly curled pages, which Harrison had clearly read through many times.
In fer like she was uncovering a hidden part of Harrison’s life. No one would have thought that the usually aloof Harrison had such a deep interest
in ceramics.
Harrison moved closer, the narrow space between the shelves bringing him right behind her. His arm almost wrapped around Gwyneth as he tuned to another page.
He said. “And this one… When I first saw it at the museum, I was in awe of the craftsmanship. Few people can replicate it today, but 1 heard a master overseas is working on ic
Gwyneth launched into conversation, her excitement making her forget how close they were. She was so absorbed in the delicate patterns of the porcelain that she didn’t notice Harrison’s gaze on her.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting their shadows together in a way that seemed almost tender.
Behind the door, Liam watched with a satisfied smile, stroking his chin. “Harrison’s finally gening it he murmured to himself.
“Sir, if you keep eavesdropping
ing like this, he’s going to be upset, the assistant said, his tone tinged with gentle reproach.
But Liam rarely saw moments like these and was determined to savor it just a little longer.
But the door created open, and Harrison’s face was a mask of cold irritation. Even his favorite grandfather had interrupted his rare moment of prace. “What do you need, Grandpa?” he asked, trying to keep his voice neutral
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