A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust

"At the Myers Manor," Silas said, his voice smooth and inviting.

"Okay, let's head back and check it out," Calliope replied, waving goodbye to Rafferty and the others. She followed Silas, curiosity piquing her every step.

Fagan was driving, and Silas couldn't help but glance at Calliope. His eyes seemed glued to her as if she were the only thing in the world worth looking at.

Feeling the heat of his gaze, Calliope shifted uncomfortably. She couldn't help but ask, "What kind of gift is it?"

"Curious, are you?" Silas teased.

"Very," Calliope admitted eagerly. "Is it because it's too big to bring over that you sent it to the manor?" "Exactly. Bringing it over would have been a bit... ostentatious," Silas replied with a mysterious smile. "I think you'll like it. Care to take a guess?"

Calliope propped her chin on her hand, deep in thought. "Something sent to the Myers Manor, too ostentatious to carry around... That means it's pretty big but not something fixed like a house or a yacht..." She squinted, pondering, "Could it be a car?"

Silas shook his head. "Not a car."

"Mrs. Myers, you might want to think outside the box," Fagan suggested from the driver's seat. "Mr. Myers put much thought into this. Maybe consider what you want or love."

Calliope was stumped. She was wealthy, with cars, houses, and wonderful brothers. The only thing she ever wanted was family affection from the Jewell family, but that was beyond Silas's reach.

As for other desires, she'd lost her grandfather, but he was beyond returning.

Houses, cars, yachts, even planes-she had them all.

What could Silas give her?

Yet, he might not know she was already well-off, with properties and businesses. Men typically gifted women with bags, jewelry, flowers, and clothes.

Calliope's eyes widened with a sudden thought. "Is it a massive pile of cash?" Silas chuckled softly, "Do I seem that tacky?"

He knew she wasn't short on money, though he did wish she'd spend his. He wanted to give her everything he had, and a large part of his drive to earn was to provide for her.

"No?" Calliope puffed out her cheeks. "Then is it a mountain of flowers or some rare exotic variety?" She did love flowers, and men did love gifting them.

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"Still no? Is it a designer handbag? Clothing? Jewelry? A massive antique? Maybe a masterpiece painting?"

Calliope rattled off possibilities, but Silas just smiled, giving nothing away.

"Think bigger," Fagan prompted from the front.

Calliope hesitated, "Surely, you're not giving me a troupe of handsome men?"

Silas's face turned serious. "Is that what you want?"

"Of course not," Calliope burst into laughter. "Just kidding. No pretty boy can outshine you, honey." Hearing that, Silas's heart swelled with pride.