Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 41

“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

blink of an eye, Xandra’s expression

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

reason, he did not

jeered, “Of course I do! I knit for… myself all the time. See? I

at her knitted top in front of

dining room became

finally about to

just like the four seasons. Seeing Xandra’s pale face, Sasha finally cheered up a little. She suddenly had the appetite to enjoy the

gloves anymore. Daddy, Ms. Xandra did not knit the gloves by

he immediately removed the gloves from his little hands and tossed them at the woman seated

turned as pale as a sheet

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

the audacity to tell me that you knitted it yourself. You’re a liar! I

time, he seemed even more infuriated. He flung the cutlery in his

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.

“Really?”

lifted his head and looked at his mommy with teary eyes. He was obviously really

son’s

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