His Domineering Lover

Chapter 110

Looking at the video monitor, under the dim light, an old man in black stood by the door with a box in his hand.

"Is someone at home?"

"You are...?" Tracey asked in confusion.

"Hello, Miss, I'm a newcomer from the next door. This is a gift from my master. Can you open the door please?" The old man was very respectful.

From his tone and posture, he should be the butler of a rich family.

"Okay, wait a minute." Tracey was going to visit them tomorrow, who knew that they sent butler tonight. It could be seen that they paid attention to the etiquette.

Tracey opened the door and the old man smiled kindly. "Sir, thank you very much. This wine is a gift for your master."

"Miss, thank you for your gift. If you need anything or any help, come to us at any time. It's getting late, I'm going back." The old man left with the red wine.

Tracey went upstairs with the gift box. She took a comfortable shower. Then she sat on the bed and opened the package.

It was the most delightful thing for women to open gifts, especially when they didn't know what was inside. Even if the value was not high, it would still make them look forward to it.

She wondered if it was a hand-made biscuit or a small accessory. When she opened the box, she found that there was another box.

"What sort of games are they playing? Maybe just because it is precious so it needs to be packaged well?" Tracey opened the second box patiently.

One more box inside! Was the neighbor fooling her? Tracey felt a little funny and surprised, a box contained another, just like the Matryoshka doll.

When she opened the ninth box, she found that there was a jewelry box- sized box inside. There should be no more boxes in such a small one.

Seeing such a small box, Tracey guessed a lot of things. Was it a brooch? But how could the neighbor know that is it a man or a woman living next door?

When she opened the last box, a dazzling light came into her sight. It turned out to be a huge ring, at least more than three karats.

The style was unique and the craftsmanship was exquisite. It was somewhat like the work of an internationally famous master.

Even if it was sold in an ordinary jewelry store, the price would be a six-digit number, let alone the well-known master's work.

"Who sent such a precious gift? And who would send a ring so randomly?" Tracey thought. "Maybe the neighbor took the wrong gift."

Maybe it was the gift for his girlfriend in the proposal and was accidentally taken by the butler, it was not a small mistake.

Tracey was about to repack it up. Suddenly she found that there was something else in the box that had implication to this ring.

It was a puzzle. She pieced the box together and found that it was a photo, a woman's photo.

However, the woman's face was covered by the mosaic. She looked at it carefully and found that the mosaic could be scratched off.

It was just like the lottery ticket she used to have when she was a child. Although she was very curious about the woman, she did not scratch it because she did not want to destroy such a carefully prepared surprise.

Tracey quickly pack up the ring and praised the man was quite romantic and thoughtful. If someone sent her a gift in such a way, she would definitely be unable to refuse.

After getting the box ready, she put on a coat and went to the neighbor. The person who opened the door was still the butler. He looked at her with a smile and said, "Miss, it's so late, is anything I can do for you?"

"Sir, I'm here to return this gift. You must have given me the wrong one. It can’t be a greeting gift." Tracey handed over the box.

But the butler did not reach his hand for it. "Miss, I'm sorry. The gift was prepared by my master personally. If you think it's wrong, you can go to ask him. Since the gift has been sent out, I can not take it back." "Where is your master?" Tracey felt reasonable for his words. The butler was quite obedient, and he won't defy his master's orders.

"The master is upstairs. Miss, you can go to him directly." The old men made way for her. Tracey felt that it was not appropriate to go to a stranger's house at such a late time.

However, it would be even more inappropriate for her to retain this box, especially when she thought that this gift was likely to be prepared for his girlfriend.

She would feel bad if she delayed the good thing of others, so she had to go upstairs. The layout of the villa was the same as hers, and the decoration style was also similar between the finished

residential house.

So Tracey didn't have a strange feeling. As soon as she stepped on the stairs, she heard the piano sound. Was the master crazy? Who would play the piano at such late night?

Although she thought like this, she still enjoyed the person's performance. His skills were good enough to make people feel the way he felt.

This was a love song. It was so romantic as if pink bubbles were floating around.

Because of Sean, Tracey also learned piano. Although she was not the top player, she knew the piano performance quite well. The person must have played it with heart.

Only a person who was deeply in love could play such a moving piece of music. Even Tracey, an outsider, could feel the sweetness.

Tracey did not have the heart to interrupt, so she did not push the door in, but stood in the corridor.

There was no light upstairs. Tracey stood there quietly. Suddenly, something around her feet lit up. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

She looked down and found that she was standing in an aureole made of small colored lights. Looking carefully, she found that the aureole was clearly in the shape of a heart.

Was this a coincidence or was it intentional? Was there really such a coincidence? From the ring to this heart-shaped aureole?

Until the last note was gone, Tracey knocked on the door. "Hello, I'm your neighbor. You asked someone to send me a gift before. It must be the wrong one.

It's a ring inside. It should be for your girlfriend. Is it convenient for me to come in? I'll send it back now."

"Come in." A calm male voice sounded.

Through the door, she didn't hear the man's voice clearly. She gently pushed the door open. When seeing the decoration inside, she stunned and stood still there.

The floor was covered with rose petals, and a man in a white shirt was sitting in front of the white piano.

"It's not wrong. It's for you." The man slowly turned around and looked at her with a doting smile.

"It's you!!" The new neighbor turned out to be Adam! Tracey was totally mystified and did not ever expect it was him.

Adam got up gracefully and walked toward her. "Little bunny, open the box again."