Goodbye, My Love
Chapter 1003

But Loraine's attention was elsewhere. She scanned the showcases intently, as if searching for something specific.

Then, abruptly, she paused in front of a showcase, riveted.

Inside was a dark gold pocket watch.

The watch, adorned with intricate rose designs on its surface and a violet dial within, featured two tiny white relief figures on its face, their arms intertwined like an angel.

One of these figures held a bell that rang out a soothing melody each time the second hand completed a circle.

Caught in a reverie, Loraine stared at the timepiece, deep in contemplation.

This watch was nearly identical to the one her father owned.

In front of the showcase, a brief description noted that the design was also the handiwork of Endy Hewitt.

Turning around, Grady noticed Loraine's preoccupation with the showcase.

He was well aware of Loraine's discerning eye, for she could tell the antique from the Victorian era at a glance. Only the truly remarkable could capture her attention.

As Loraine's gaze lingered, Grady found himself following it, surprised when it landed on Endy's pocket watch. Clearly, it had captivated her.

"Loraine, does this watch intrigue you?"

Pulled back from her senses, Loraine nodded. Raising hopeful eyes to

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Grady, she inquired, "May I speak with the owner?"

Grady's heart pounded under her intense gaze, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. Words failed him momentarily.

Interpreting his silence as hesitation, Loraine spoke again, firmly this time.

"I wish to purchase this watch. I am prepared to pay whatever price it commands."

After realizing what was happening, Grady nodded in understanding.

The owner of the watch was none other than Mrs. Lyons, a lady from a distinguished lineage, whom Grady had met through Florence.

Mrs. Lyons was taken aback when Loraine approached her willingly, and her joy only grew upon learning Loraine's purpose.

She had acquired the watch at an overseas antique fair, drawn to its aesthetic appeal and the reputation of its artist. Its cost had been relatively affordable for her. The level of Loraine's interest was unexpected.

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