<h4>Chapter 183: Chapter 183 Treasured Like a Gem</h4>


    In his eyes, there was a hint of sadness, and he looked at her for a very, very long time, long enough that Scarlett Yates began to feel uneasy. He finally broke the silence, "The button you gave me that night, I really like it. It’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever received, Scarlett, thank you."


    His dark, still eyes deeply staring at her, with a flicker of fiery light at the bottom of his eyes. His hand gently moved, slender and fair fingers brushed across the buttons on the cuff, solemnly saying, "Your gesture, I will always treasure like a jewel."


    Scarlett Yates’ fork dropped onto the table.


    She stared at the spot where his fingers had brushed, and after a moment of surprise, her expression slowly turnedplex.


    She looked at that button in a daze, "The button... wasn’t it crushed by Senior Sister Wood?"


    On the cuff of Henry Dales’ shirt, there unmistakablyy the pair of buttons she had given him.


    Even slightly deformed buttons, he didn’t mind.


    That night, Rosie Wood threw all of the buttons onto the ground, those buttons representing her heartfelt feelings, were ruthlessly trampled and crushed by the heels of the other.


    He knew full well how much Rosie Wood cared, yet why would he pick up those buttons?


    And, the things he just said, what do they mean?


    Her mind was already not clever, even Matthew Saxon always called her a foolish woman. The way he spoke so ambiguously, wasn’t he afraid she might misunderstand?


    Treasure like a jewel...


    He said he would treasure her gesture like a jewel...


    Does he know that when a man says such words to a woman, what it represents?


    But he is such a clever person, how could he truly not understand?


    On the luxurious shirt there were a few deformed buttons attached, no matter how you look at it, it didn’t match. Henry Dales is a perfectionist, paying utmost attention to detail, how could he tolerate such obvious ws?


    Unless, there was only one possibility...


    Scarlett Yates seemed to think of something.


    Her heart suddenly trembled wildly.


    She started to panic, unease...


    Suddenly, she btedly realized the trace of tenderness revealed in Henry Dales’ eyes.


    Such gentle and focused eyes, like sugar and honey, wanting to melt her, so much so that with just a nce, she became entirely dazed.


    Her body was out of her control, her brain no longer listening to her, as if in a dream, she murmured softly, "Senior..."


    "What did you just say, I didn’t hear it clearly, you... say it again."


    On her face appeared a dreamy, entranced expression, cheeks flushed with a hint of crimson, her dark and shiny eyes just stared at him nkly, seemingly enveloped in a mist, making her eyes both bright and radiant.


    Henry Dales’ heart suddenly became very soft, very soft.


    He suddenly stood up and slowly walked over to her side.


    He bent down, lowered his head, and gently held her face, cing a light, fleeting kiss on her forehead.


    Scarlett Yates trembled all over, as if electrocuted.


    Soft and moist lips lightly brushed across her brow, cold as water, "Scarlett, forgive me."


    Henry Dales’ gaze was burning, yet the smile at the corner of his lips was bitter and forlorn, his voice hoarse, "If only I were not the heir of the Dales Family, that would be great. I could disregard everything and live ording to my own wishes."


    "But living in this world, besides love, there are more important things. I cannot just watch the Dales n fall, for people like me, there is simply no qualification to talk about feelings."