“Ms. Nancy, what do you think of my gloves? Do they look nice?”

“Yes, they are lovely!”

Sasha was carefully peeling off prawn shells with her head lowered. When her son asked for her opinion, she instinctively glanced at his little hands.

However, all it took was one glimpse to make her heart wrench in pain as she recalled the scene when she first stepped into the villa.

“This pair of gloves is from Ms. Xandra. She told me that she knitted it herself.” Upon hearing his mommy’s compliment, Matteo let her have a closer look at his gloves.

Sasha was at a loss for words.

 

She knitted the gloves by herself?

This pair of gloves doesn’t look hand-knitted at all. It is impossible for the stitches of hand-knitted gloves to be so perfect without any variances. Besides, instead of having the colorful crystals added to the gloves with separate stitches, a person who knows how to knit will use the same wool to combine all the crystals so that the stitches will appear nicer and more natural.

 

How can this pair of gloves be hand-knitted?

Sasha was pretty sure that Xandra did not knit the gloves herself, so she sneered, “Obviously, these gloves are not hand-knitted. The knot of hand-knitted gloves should not look like this.”

“Really?” The little boy raised his voice in confusion.

was blanketed

of an eye, Xandra’s

you mean? How can you say that the gloves are not hand-knitted? Sasha Wand, do you know how

For some unknown reason, he did not wish

Sasha glanced at him with disdain and jeered, “Of course I do! I knit for… myself

knitted top in front of

the dining room became silent

finally

in the dining room. The changes in their facial expressions were just like the four seasons. Seeing Xandra’s pale face, Sasha finally cheered up a little. She suddenly had the appetite to enjoy the food

did not knit the gloves by

immediately removed the gloves from his little hands and tossed

as pale

bought the wool and the colorful crystals, then asked someone to knit the gloves. I j-just didn’t

it yourself. You’re

more infuriated. He flung the cutlery in his hands to the ground and was about

him, “Little Ian, don’t be angry. Since she doesn’t know how to knit, how about I do it instead? Just tell me what you like. I will knit for you,

“Really?”

his head and looked at his mommy with teary

the sight of his son’s pitiful expression, Sasha’s

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