Hildegarde was livid.
"Are you serious about this, Wilfred?"
"Just because I'm close with Patrick, you're jealous, is that it? You're a man—can't you be a little less petty? Acting like this only makes me look down on you even more!"
Wilfred's gaze drifted to their wrists.
A luxury couple's watch set.
They were even wearing matching couple's watches, yet she still had the nerve to accuse him of being petty?
Of being jealous?
Hildegarde noticed Wilfred's gaze drift toward her wrist. Her face flushed, and she instinctively tugged her sleeve down. "Oh, right," she said, her tone flat. "I picked up a watch for you at the airport during my last business trip."
She rummaged through her handbag and pulled out a gift box.
Then tossed it on the floor like garbage.
The whole gesture reeked of charity—like she was throwing scraps to a beggar.
Wilfred looked down.
The box had popped open on impact. Inside lay a men's wristwatch.
Except...
It was obviously fake.
The crystal, the band—everything screamed cheap knockoff. You could probably find half a dozen just like it at any street vendor for a hundred bucks.