Novel & Cerita The Last Gift Novel

I finally asked after he hadn't said anything. I straightened up to face him and wiped at the sweat on my forehead, completely out of breath. "Uhh...," was all he said when I turned to him. He shook his head as if trying to remember why he was here himself. "Right. I was hoping we could talk about last night." "Why the fuck...," I said between breaths, "...do you think I'd want to talk to you?" "Because I brought you a gift," he said with that stupid charismatic smile, holding up a plastic bag with something inside.

Thanks to all the gifters too! One chapter to go.

"Don't apologize. This isn't on you—it's on us. We just... couldn't save you. But whatever you want to do, I'm in." Cut to a mall. I was carefully picking gifts off a shelf. "Mom's birthday's next month. Her back's always acting up, so I'm getting her a massage thing." After paying, I leaned over the counter to scribble on a card. Camera moved in, and I blocked it with my hand. "Nope. That's a secret."

The Doris in the photograph wore the same gentle smile, probably calling me an idiot. As I turned away, my hand brushed against an old wooden box on the table. Inside was something Stella had arranged to send me before her death, paying a guard a small fortune to get it delivered. It was a pair of bloodstained, gold-rimmed glasses and a note written in bold, flowing handwriting. [Mark, may you live forever in this rotten world.] I pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire. I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me.

I said, my voice flattening. “My husband has never given me a single gift in Sixyears of being together” “It was from a secret admirer in college. Small gifts here and there. This bracelet was the last one.” I looked down at it without meaning to. “I never found out who it was. I’ve worn it every day since because it was the first gift anyone ever gave me that felt like it was actually meant for me.” I reached down to gather my bag and straightened up. “I need to go,” I said, clearing my throat. “I need to take a proper shower. It’s been a catastrophic evening.”

answered the woman and immediately handed over the repackaged gift to the owner of Gemilang Company. "Okay. Thank You." When it was time for Lastro to accompany his boss to the Jayakarta restaurant, he seemed annoyed. Even unconsciously his fingers tapped on the steering wheel. "Is there something?" asked Aiden who was uncomfortable hearing the sound of the driver's finger tapping. Lastro immediately gulped down his saliva strongly. "Look, Sir, I met Toni earlier. She's being assigned by Madam to look for gifts. I'm looking for information on who the person who will be given the gift but can't. I only know that gifts are for men, “explained Lastro.

Money was the least of it, however, the intention of the gift was what counted. He got out of bed and opened the cylindrical compartment of his desk. She came back with the red Montblanc notebook that I gave her. He handed it over to me and I found it was a little past half full. I looked for the last page and for a few seconds I doubted if reading what he wrote would make me feel better... "November 28

In the afternoon, Reed Group sent out an impromptu announcement, ordering all top executives to congregate in Bridgeport for an emergency meeting. Meanwhile, I was enjoying a peaceful afternoon, leisurely settled in a cafe near the Reed residence, sipping coffee while listening to a high-end property agent detail available luxury villas. Oscar was sitting right across from me. I asked, "Are any of the villas to your liking? I'll pay the full amount for you right now, and the deed can be transferred to you as early as tomorrow." "Have you finally figured things out and become generous enough to spend money on me, Ms. Reed?" Oscar teased.

When the storm came in my previous life, she and her entire family took over my home, drove my family out into the icy darkness, and left us to die. Maybe my expression had turned too dark; Jasmine shrank back a little. "Why are you looking at me like that? What kind of a decent girl gets married without proper terms?" 'What kind of a decent girl asks for a hundred thousand dollars? You're also carrying another man's baby.' I kept that part to myself. The pain from my last moments before death flashed through my mind. Suddenly, an idea formed. "Of course, you should have it. Absolutely. And forget three days. Let's talk tomorrow."

“You’re a good woman, Evelyn.” “Any man would want you, but I’m not that man anymore.” I know eight years is a very long time, and I’ve wasted your time. I know this will be very hard for you, but you have to accept it. You deserve better." He slid the paper across the tablecloth. It moved with a terrifying finality, stopping just inches from my water glass. "Here," he said, his voice devoid of the warmth that had greeted me when I came in. "This is a cheque of ten thousand dollars. Use it to start a new life for yourself."