Chapter 42 Additional Gift
Brad smiled, his eyes twinkling. "What gifts are you giving me?"
I giggled, holding my small bag, and Brad affectionately rubbed my neck.
By the way, Brad used to mess up my hair at school, which got me teased. So, I made him switch to rubbing my neck instead.
Brad couldn't argue, so he started rubbing my neck more often than he used to mess with my hair.
"Alright, Jane, stop teasing. Show us the gifts. Brad's practically burning a hole in your bag with his eyes."
I hummed a little tune and pulled out a small rectangular box with a red ribbon, presenting it to Brad. "Happy birthday, Brad! Stay forever young!"
Everyone crowded around Brad, eager to see the gift.
Brad smiled at me, opened the box, and took out a roll of fine art paper, unfolding it for everyone to see.
"Wow, no wonder the professor calls Jane a genius. This is amazing."
"Jane captured Brad perfectly; it's even better than a photo."
"Look at that hair, not a strand out of place."
"Yeah, look at Brad's expression. He must be thinking of someone special to look that gentle."
Everyone was praising how lifelike my drawing was.
I gave Brad a colored pencil portrait I drew myself.
I spent several sleepless nights on this, focusing on capturing Brad's expression.
It might be the smallest portrait I've ever done, but it's my best work.
In the drawing, Brad's chin is slightly raised, his thick hair like ink, eyes like stars, lips as red as maple leaves, and his gaze deep and profound. The slight smile adds warmth to the whole piece.
"Brad, I drew this. Do you like it?" I asked proudly.
I was sure Brad would love it.
Sure enough, Brad nodded, his eyes sparkling, and he smiled. He held my hand and pulled me close. "I love it. Jane's gift is my favorite."
Some guys whistled, making the party even livelier.
I cheered and handed Brad a love letter. "I knew you'd like it. Here's your second gift. Let's give it up for Brad's new romance, folks!"
When Brad took the letter, I saw undeniable joy in his eyes, his hand trembling slightly.
I thought, 'Brad, could you be a bit more reserved? Does Jenny's love letter make you that happy?'
"Jane, is this from you?" Brad asked, excited.
"Brad, why don't you open it and see?" I shot back.
Brad carefully put the letter in his pocket, holding my hand tightly again, our fingers intertwined. His eyes sparkled like stars. "No rush, I'll read it nice and slow when I get back."
Everyone started teasing Brad, saying he wanted to keep the love letter to himself.
Brad just smiled and looked at me, his eyes sparkling, making me feel a bit dazed.
Everyone was having a blast, except for one person who spoiled the mood.
Mia sighed loudly and shook her head. "I suggest reading it now. If you wait, you might be in for a shock."
"What do you mean? Could it be..." Benjamin leaned over to Mia, and she gave him a knowing look.
Mia shrugged, pursed her lips, and glanced at me.
Standing next to Brad, I suddenly remembered what Mia had said that night and regretted giving him the love letter today.
But it was too late. Brad seemed to sense my unease or thought of something, so he let go of my hand, took out the love letter, and began to read it.
Brad's expression changed, and by the time he finished, his face was serious.
A cold aura emanated from Brad, and he looked at me with a chilly gaze. I took two steps back, trying to distance myself from his coldness.
"Brad, what did Jane write? Read it out loud so we can share the sweetness," James said, oblivious to Brad's mood.
I covered my face in exasperation. Brad's expression didn't look sweet at all.
'What was going on? Could it be that Jenny's letter wasn't a love letter, or maybe Brad isn't feeling the vibe of it? Nah, that can't be it. Jenny's a whiz in the design department. She should be able to pen a solid love letter,' I thought.
Brad suddenly spoke in a cold voice, "Can't you eat without talking?"
Everyone quieted down, like kids caught doing something wrong, and tiptoed back to their seats. Only Brad and I remained standing.
Brad folded the love letter and put it in his pocket. Then he turned to me and asked, "Jane, is this your wish?"
Brad's gaze was cold and distant, and I panicked, feeling like I had done something stupid.
Just as I was about to shake my head and deny it, Brad returned to his seat, picked up a glass of wine, and downed it in one gulp. "If it is, I'll grant it."
He slammed the empty glass on the table.
With a crash, the glass broke, cutting his hand, and bright red blood flowed out.
Brad didn't even look at it. He raised his bleeding hand, grabbed another glass, filled it, and downed it again.
I was stunned. 'It was just a love letter. If you don't like it, just tell me, and I'll pass on the message. How did it turn into my ‘wish’? The love letter wasn't from me, and I'm not even involved with the sender.'
For a moment, I couldn't understand why Brad was angry.
And from the way Brad spoke, it seemed like he was heartbroken. Did I do something wrong? Or was Brad unhappy with the girl and mad at me?
I looked to Mia for help, hoping she could analyze the situation. But as soon as Mia met my gaze, she turned her head away, leaning on Benjamin's shoulder, pretending not to know me.
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