That's how reciprocity works.
Ines wasn't the type to refuse easily, so she agreed.
Timothy stood up and said, "Please, come with me."
Jessica, unable to leave the villa and uninterested in meeting Timothy's guest, made her way down to the basement.
The basement housed the collection room.
Inside, Timothy's precious treasures were displayed—rare items he'd collected over the years.
Jessica rarely came down here, but the place was always spotless. She only checked in during the damp season to make sure nothing was getting musty; she never paid much attention to the objects themselves.
Her heart and mind were filled with thoughts of Timothy—these items were just his trappings, things that added to his aura.
She didn't want them, nor did she envy them.
The only thing she wanted—greedily, desperately—was for Timothy to love her.
With nothing else to do, she wandered among the displays, letting her eyes linger on the items.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps.
It was unmistakably Timothy's stride.
And another set—his guest.
Whenever there were guests at home, Jessica always tried to stay out of sight. She'd heard Mabel mention that Timothy sometimes showed his collection to visitors—sometimes to sell, sometimes as a gift.
Occasionally, people would bring things to sell to Timothy as well.
Jessica slipped into a small storage room nearby, hiding herself away.
Timothy led Ines into the collection room.
The moment Ines stepped in, she was visibly stunned.
Rumor had it that Timothy Lawson was a man of impressive means, but seeing this in person was a revelation.
The entire hall was understated but luxurious, filled with treasures displayed with exquisite taste—paintings, antiques, gold and silver jewelry, artisan crafts—everything arranged with an impeccable eye.
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