Franklin took out a gift box from his suit jacket pocket and handed it to her, "Think about it before you open it!"
Looking at the box in his hand, Ava slowly stretched out her hand and unwrapped it. A red velvet box appeared before her eyes. She stopped and did not dare to open it.
"I told you to think it over before opening it. But you backed off halfway through opening it." He leaned forward and rested his forehead against her smooth one. He hoped she would open it, it belonged to her.
"Why do I want to keep it?" Ava stroked the box lightly, feeling a pang in her heart. When she returned it to him, she had no intention of looking back. It was suitable for someone who could wear it, and she was not ideal to open the box.
The big hand wrapped around her slender hand holding the velvet box, "Even if its owner just doesn't want it for the moment, it will always wait for its owner."
