“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.

dining room was blanketed with total

a blink of an

say that the gloves are not hand-knitted? Sasha Wand,

the question at once. For some unknown reason, he did not wish to see Sasha’s words turn into

do! I knit for… myself all the time. See? I knitted this

at her knitted top in

dining room

finally about

were just like the

Ms. Xandra did not knit the gloves by

his part well. Upon hearing his mommy’s words, he immediately removed the gloves

pale as

me explain, these gloves… I personally bought the wool and the colorful crystals, then asked someone to knit the

tell me that you knitted it yourself. You’re a liar! I won’t trust you anymore!” Matteo yelled

He flung the cutlery in his hands

him at once and tried to pacify 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.

“Really?”

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

son’s pitiful expression, Sasha’s

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