Chapter 125
"If you don't like it, you can give it back to me."
He looked up and stared at her, asking, "How much was it?"
How much?
The original price seemed to be over five hundred, but there was a promotion on the official website, so she got it for just over three hundred.
Three hundred probably meant nothing to Alexander, right?
Lila thought that if she told him she bought him a gift for just over three hundred, he would definitely say she was being perfunctory with him, or think she was treating him like a beggar, and mock her harshly.
She didn't mention the price, and said unhurriedly, "Isn't a lighter just for smoking? As long as it works, why do you care how much it costs?"
Alexander didn't say anything.
However, he reached into his suit pants pocket and pulled out another lighter.
Alexander leaned forward, resting his right elbow on his knee, eyes fixed on her face. His thumb flicked up, easily flipping open the lighter's cap, and as his finger came back down, his fingertip pressed down on the wheel.
Whoosh—a flame sparked to life.
Just as Lila was puzzled about what he was doing, she heard Alexander say, "This lighter in my hand cost seventy thousand."
"Seventy thousand?"
Her eyes widened, and suddenly she felt worried, quickly saying, "Seventy thousand for a lighter? Honey, did you get scammed?"
Lila was too shocked to speak.
Was he crazy?
Under Lila's stunned gaze, Alexander spoke slowly, "This is a Fabergé yellow enamel lighter, handcrafted by master Vladimir Soloviev in 1900. Even if you had seventy thousand dollars now, you couldn't buy it anymore."
It did sound impressive.
But Lila didn't get it.
She took a breath and pressed her lips together, staring at him. "Well, since you already have such an expensive lighter, mine really doesn't seem suitable for you. How about you give it back?"
As she finished speaking, Lila reached out her hand.
Alexander leaned back into the sofa, sitting lazily, two words slipping from his thin lips, "Not giving it back."
"Why not?"
"Wasn't it you who said it? This is a gift."
Lila countered, "But you already have a seventy-thousand-dollar lighter. What do you need my few-hundred-dollar one for?"
He smiled slightly. "Though it's a bit cheap, I can't deny it'll still work for lighting a cigarette."
Lila, "..."
So why tell her that his current lighter was worth seventy thousand dollars and was priceless, just to put down her gift and mock her for giving him something that wasn't good enough?
Alexander was really sick in the head.
Lila didn't know what she should be feeling right now.
She sat dumbly on the sofa, suddenly feeling completely deflated.
Alexander was so rich, and she was so poor.
Comparing yourself to others really could kill you.
Watching her look so defeated, he played with the lighter and brought up a new topic. "I just helped you out at that dinner last night, and the lighter arrived today. Where did it ship from? How was the delivery so fast?"
Lila snapped back to attention.
Looking at Alexander, she wondered. Did his attention to detail have to be so thorough?
Why so many questions?
Seeing her just sitting there silently, Alexander pressed on, "Lila, you didn't buy this lighter yesterday, did you?"
"Does it matter when I bought it? I gave it to you and you accepted it, that's what counts."
"You can't say that."
Lila shot back without thinking, "Why can't I?"
Alexander's eyes darkened, a hint of danger in his voice as his lips parted, "If you're using a gift you originally meant for some other guy to brush me off, what do you think I'd do?"