The Lethal Charm of the First Love novel Chapter 10

There was a bracelet on my wrist. Over time, it had lost its shine.

This was the first gift Jordan gave me.

When I was 19.

There was a week when I barely saw him, except in class.

He was hustling between various part-time jobs, working harder than ever.

On my birthday, my parents threw a party for me at a fancy restaurant. I told Jordan, but he didn't show up.

I waited and waited until evening, finally getting his call.

He said, "I'm waiting for you at the restaurant entrance."

In the heavy snow, my boy stood tall like a pine tree.

He was covered in dust, like I was today, with his delivery uniform stained with mud.

Back then, I didn't understand anything. I just complained that he was too late.

Jordan rubbed my head and said he brought me a birthday gift.

The bracelet was a basic model, not expensive, but it was far beyond what he could afford.

I loved it and put it on my wrist right there. I never took it off again.

Later, my parents called me, asking who I was talking to.

They didn't like Jordan. They thought he wasn't good enough for me.

When I turned back, Jordan had already disappeared into the snow.

To this day, I occasionally think back.

When we were 19, Jordan must have liked me, right?

That bracelet was bought with the money he earned from working day and night.

I had forgotten it was my birthday.

Jordan took out a new gift box.

"Look, do you like it?" he asked.

He was going to help me change the bracelet.

"Hannah, can we…"

Before he could finish, the doorbell rang.

Nicholas Watson stood at the door, cigarette in mouth. "Where's Hannah? I'm here to pick her up."

"Who are you?" Jordan asked.

"I'm her fiancé. Didn't she tell you?"

Jordan froze, and the bracelet fell onto the carpet.