[MY WIFE MADE ME A GIFT WITH HER OWN HANDS!]
[Why does she make me fall for her more and more every day? And that shy expression—ugh, she's too cute.]
Primrose felt even more nervous, especially after hearing his mental praises.
What if he opened the box and realized it wasn't that great after all? What if he got disappointed?
But the moment he lifted the lid, his icy-blue eyes lit up as if he had just found a rare treasure.
"Is this really for me?" Edmund asked excitedly. Even though he didn't smile, the way he spoke sounded like an excited puppy.
Primrose gave a small nod. "Yes … Do you like it?"
Edmund's gaze deepened, so intense that Primrose unknowingly got trapped in it. "This is the best gift I've ever received," he said.
That couldn't be true, could it?
All she had given him was a pair of hand-knit gloves. It didn't even come close to the luxurious gifts he'd given her before.
"I'll try to give you something more valuable next time," Primrose said sincerely.
