True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 2180

"You're right, I am," Sylvia admitted immediately. "But you called at the right time; I have something to tell you." "Really?" Chigo laughed. "What is it?"

Sylvia went straight to the point. "I can't accept your hair comb."

Chigo stumped at that, and his voice deepened slightly, "Why not? Your name is engraved on it; it's yours."

"I can't accept the hair comb from you," Sylvia said, "This is too ambiguous."

"It is just a hair comb; how is it ambiguous?" Chigo asked, but Sylvia couldn't tell from his tone how he was feeling right then.

Nor did she want to figure out what he had on his mind, only saying, "Anyhow, I don't need it either. I'm returning it to you; where are you?"

"I'm right in front of your house," Chigo said, "If you want to return it, come to your front gate now."

"Right now?" Floored, Sylvia rechecked the time, "You're in front of my house and not my greatgrandpa's." "Yes, I'm in front of your house," Chigo said.

"What are you doing here so early in the morning?" Sylvia really couldn't tell what he was thinking now.

"Waiting for you," Chigo said.

Sylvia fell silent at that.

She frowned, feeling a little annoyed.

After some time, she said, "Okay, give me a few minutes."

She got up to wash up but decided she should instead just see him the way she was right then to discourage his thoughts of courting her. Perhaps he might lose interest in her if he saw her worst side. With that, Sylvia did a quick change but left her hair in a complete mess. She looked a lot less energetic than usual, and it helped add a sense of despairing laziness.

However, she didn't realize it.

Fishing out Chigo's gift, she checked the hair comb before putting the whole thing in a bag and headed out.

Sure enough, Chigo was leaning against his car door when she arrived at the gates. His tall, slender body looked even more towering under the morning rays.

Upon seeing her, Chigo's eyes lit up as he waved at her, smiling, "Morning."

Standing in front of him, Sylvia handed him the bag, saying, "Here you go."

Chigo didn't take it but only looked at her, deep in thought.

She could feel the turbulent emotions surging from the depths of Chigo's silent gaze.

He seemed angry, but just that he didn't vent it out.

However, Sylvia couldn't care less about it. It was already ambiguous enough that he gifted her the hair comb; even though they were close when they were little, and he was a family friend, it still wouldn't do. Ernest had said, hair combs symbolized a special relationship.

Sylvia thought only her beloved man had the right to put up her hair.

Moreover, only he could help her comb it.

Seeing Chigo was still reluctant to take the bag, she said, "Hurry up and take it back."

"I never take back anything I've gifted," Chigo said, still fixing his eyes on her, his gaze terrifyingly sharp.

Sylvia frowned, seeing that he really wouldn't budge. "You sure are overbearing, Chigo. I already told you I don't want it; are you going to force me to take it?"

"Why not, if you want to put it that way," Chigo said as he sized Sylvia up. He smiled, seeing she came out without as much as even fixing her hair. "Sylvia, even you have to admit you act more naturally in front of me than with any other men. Look at yourself, you don't even have to wash up before meeting me, and I think you look cuter this way."

What a psycho.

Sylvia reeled at his words, wide-eyed.

She didn't expect Chigo to replace her adorable even when she came out looking absolutely disheveled.

What kind of beauty standards did he have?

"Don't give me your shoot." Sylvia was all serious, not letting him lead the conversation astray, only saying, "Just take it back."

"Then tell me, would you dare meet Kendrix like this?" Chigo pressed on, still not taking the bag.

Taken aback, Sylvia blushed.

Of course, she wouldn't.

She would only show Kendrix her best side.

She would dress herself up for the people that mattered to her.

Especially the man she loved; she certainly wished for him to see her most beautiful side.

Chigo smiled, seeing she fell silent.

"See? You don't dare to admit it too.

f.n

Don't you think it's tiring that you'd have to dress yourself up to see Kendrix? But you don't have to do anything but be your most natural

self to see me."

"Chigo." Sylvia couldn't shake off the feeling even now that Chigo was interested in her, although he said he was only joking in the end.

The day before, she was still telling herself not to be so full of herself and that not every man would be infatuated with her.

But looking at things now, she was certain her instinct was correct.

All of Sylvia's manners were out the window when Chigo brought her boyfriend up, and she put the gift on his car, saying, "I'm putting it here. It's up to you what you want to do with it; I'm not keeping it no matter what."

With that, she turned around to head back.

But Chigo's voice rang from behind. "You had gone steady with Kendrix last night, hadn't you?"

Stumped, Sylvia turned back around, looking at Chigo.

He smiled, but the arch looked to be laced with forlorn. Suppressing the bitterness, he said self-deprecatingly, "I knew it; I'm a step too late."

Sylvia pursed her lips, silent.

Chigo sighed. "But I didn't expect

some men to be so detestable,

courting you although you're still so young. However, this has given me a huge blow; my arrogant self had thought I had everything in the palm of my hands. But no matter what, Sylvia, I want you to know I've liked you ever since you were born."

Sylvia's eyelids twitched, still shocked.

Chigo continued, "Sixteen years; I didn't think my girl would end up someone else's. Alright, since that's the case, then I will admit defeat. won't continue to bother you; I only hope Kendrix is the right choice for

you. You have my blessing.

Surprised by his words and seeing his bitter smile, Sylvia didn't feel all that great inside either.

She did not know what to say, or rather, everything she said would be wrong.

In the end, she only thanked him.

With that, Sylvia headed back inside.

Chigo watched from behind, silent, staring at her retreating figure.

The moment Sylvia entered the gates, she heard the sound of a lighter clicking coming from behind.

Following that was the smell of tobacco.

She frowned, surprised that Chigo had picked up smoking.

However, Sylvia didn't look back at him but only quickened her pace, making her way inside.

By the time she entered the house, everyone was already downstairs, ready to have breakfast.

All eyes were on Sylvia when she came through the door.

Sylvia felt inexplicably guilty but beamed the next second. "Morning, everyone."

Everyone was still looking at her silently. She had a feeling everyone was waiting for her to say what was up.

Putting on another smile, Sylvia sat down at the dining table, ready for breakfast.

Just then, the butler entered the door and looked at everyone before informing Heinz and Grace of Chigo's arrival. "Mr. Heinz, Madam Grace, Mr. Robinson had been at the front of the house since five this morning."

As the butler said so, he looked over at Sylvia.

Stumped, Grace also directed her gaze at her.

However, Sylvia turned a deaf ear at that, getting ready for breakfast.

Grace then drifted her gaze over to Heinz, wondering what he had in mind.

Giving her a reassuring gaze, he turned to the butler. "Ignore him; let him freeze outside."