In short, Mr. Smith looked utterly unconvinced.

"She is, in fact, my wife."

Timothy repeated the words, his gaze steady and earnest.

Mr. Smith had known Timothy for a decade. He was well aware that Timothy wasn't the type to joke about such things.

So, despite his surprise, he had no choice but to believe that the beautiful young woman really was Timothy's wife.

"Tim, you're a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife. Congratulations."

A faint smile tugged at Timothy's lips.

Before anyone could say more, their attention was drawn by a commotion from

Larkin's group.

"It's wrapped up so tightly-it almost looks like a painting."

to be a masterpiece,

gift for

Jessica, bring a masterpiece? As

come all this way to Larkin's birthday party, making

pang of disappointment

cold snort. "If you're going to bring a gift, just bring it—no need for all this

watched on,

seen the gift Jessica had prepared for his grandfather, but he'd seen her intricate paper-cutting before. He'd even dropped hints to his grandfather about wanting one of her pieces. He had a

and said, "Jessica, go ahead. Open

care about presents —he just recognized the handiwork of her late grandmother and wanted to meet

red cloth covering the frame. Beneath it was a beautifully

the shop paste the delicate cut-out onto fine art paper,

hall fell into

visibly moved, stood and walked toward the piece. Adjusting his reading glasses, he bent closer, eyes fixed

isn't

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