A string of makeshift cranberry beads, strung together with a bit of DIY effort- wearing this outside would definitely turn heads, and not in a good way, right?


    Dn kept silent, but out of the corner of his eye, he spotted ra crouched by the window, carefully picking through the little red berries. She had already picked out her own string and slipped it onto her wrist. As she stood, a twinge of numbness shot through her legs from staying in that position too long. Her fair skin was wless, and the crimson beads on her wrist only made it look even more like porcin.


    She''d nned to meet Dn at seven, and as time crept closer, she waited patiently. An hourter, Dn and Jackson finally appeared at the entrance. Jackson''s eyebrows knitted together when he saw her, but ra instinctively took her ce behind Dn. "Mr. Dn, are we heading to Moonlight now?" she


    asked.


    Dn nodded slightly, and she quickly followed him into the car. Aiden was at the wheel, with Jackson lounging in the backseat. After a moment of hesitation, ra decided to offer her gift. "Mr. Dn, this is for you. A formal apology for the situation with Sarah."


    The gift was a pair of cufflinks from a luxury brand, evident from the elegant little box. Jackson, sitting beside Dn, let out a mockingugh. "Word is, the Bradford family''s been tight on cashtely. You''re really pulling out all the stops, huh?"


    Dn nced at the box but didn''t immediately take it. Instead, his eyes drifted to her wrist, where the cranberry bracelet glimmered like fiery little gems. ra''s hand hovered in the air, awkwardly waiting. Just as she was about to say something to break the tension, Dn took the box, cing it aside with a nonchnt air.


    Jackson, enjoying the scene, chimed in, "Dn, count yourself lucky. At least you didn''t end up with that cheap bracelet." Turning to ra, he added, "Who''s the lucky recipient of that bracelet, anyway?"


    ra took a deep breath, trying to suppress her annoyance. Jackson was too brash, always speaking without a filter. When she remained silent, Jackson continued, "Is it for your secret boyfriend? Let me tell you, men are no different from women; they love expensive gifts. The pricier, the more heartfelt. You gift Dn something worth thousands, but your boyfriend gets a trinket from a street stall? Wouldn''t he be upset? The Bradford family isn''t that broke, are they?" "That''s because Jackson doesn''t understand," ra finally retorted.


    Jackson had never been told he didn''t understand something. Raised in the Dawson family, he was groomed to be a sessor, mastering everything from equestrian to finance. His biggest regret was the arranged marriage three years ago, which forced him to marry a woman he had never met. If not for that, his life would have been perfect. Now, to be told by someone mocked in social circles that he didn''t understand emotions? That was a stretch.


    Amused, he leaned back, challenging her, "Alright, enlighten me. What don''t I get? ra, the business partner you''re meeting tonight is me, and I considered this project for you because of Dn. If your answer doesn''t impress me, even Dn''s influence won''t help."


    ra had a hunch and pursed her lips, "You don''t understand emotions."


    Jackson might have looked like a yboy, but there was a time when he was all heart. He once loved a girl deeply, but his father, Walter, had insisted on marrying him off, forcing him to break up with his first love. He spent three years abroad, only to hear that she had married someone else. He returned, full of resentment, and immediately sought out a woman to sleep with, trying to rebel against the forced marriage. But, surprisingly, he found a good match in his current partner.


    "How am I supposed to understand emotions?" Jackson scoffed. "With women, if she''s a yer, be straightforward; if she''s innocent, spice things up. You just do the opposite. I don''t need to understand feelings. Most of the time, just throw some money around, and theye running."