Rekindling Her Affection (Sabrina and Nelson)

Nelson finally released Sabrina when Cheryl and Abigail approached them. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

His respectful and friendly demeanor toward Cheryl made it hard for her to dislike him.

Although Sabrina was aggrieved, she smiled at her mother and explained, "It's nothing. He accidentally knocked over the vase."

Cheryl looked puzzled, yet she pressed her lips together and remained silent.

"I have to step out for a bit. Abby will keep you company. Remember to save me some dessert. I'll have it when I'm back, okay?"

As Sabrina spoke, she signaled Abigail with her eyes.

"Mrs. Wyatt, what's the next step? You must teach me now. Otherwise, I'll forget it soon," Abigail said while shooting a sharp look at Nelson.

Once Abigail led Cheryl away, Sabrina heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'll go change. Wait for me," she told Nelson.

Back in her room, Sabrina leaned against the door as tears streamed down her cheeks. She found Nelson to be truly despicable.

After changing her clothes, she applied light makeup and went to inform Abigail.

She returned to the living room to find Nelson sitting on the couch, peeling an apple.

"Let's go."

Nelson handed her the peeled apple and asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat it?"

She considered if he was trying to play nice after being so harsh before.

Sabrina took the apple and glanced at it before throwing it into the trash can right before his eyes.

Nelson leaned back on the couch, sighing.

"Since you don't want to eat it, let's go then."

In the car, Sabrina sat in the back seat. Her gaze was distant as she stared out the window.

Back then, Nelson didn't know her well. But after witnessing her vibrant personality, she appeared beautiful but hollow, like a doll.

He considered consoling her but knew she was not the type to be easily soothed. It seemed like every meeting of theirs would end on a sour note.

After a moment of contemplation, Nelson spoke up.

"Things between Pamela and me aren't as you believe—"

"There's no need to explain. Your explanations mean nothing to me," Sabrina replied.

She did not even bother to spare him a glance.

Nelson's expression darkened at those words, and the car fell into silence.

…

When they reached the destination, Nelson opened the car door for her with a smile. Sabrina took a quick look, and her frosty expression gave way to a more socially acceptable one.

The two of them appeared like a fake couple as they made their way to the restaurant where Simon had invited them to meet.

Simon arrived not long after they entered the private room.

He did not look like an 88-year-old man. He exuded vitality and vigor and seemed to be 70 at most.

Simon patted Nelson's shoulder with familiarity and commented, "Nel, your wife is beautiful."

Nelson chuckled as he led Simon to the table.

"I think she's gorgeous, too," Nelson responded before introducing the two of them.

"Sabrina, who is Samson to you?" Simon inquired.

"He's my father."

Simon laughed heartily.

"Nel, it turns out Samson is your father-in-law. He had proposed to your mother-in-law with that brooch. The design is his, but I cut and set each diamond and turquoise on the brooch. Your father- in-law was a true romantic at heart."

As Nelson poured the coffee, his hand paused momentarily. His smile faltered slightly.

"So, that's why you wanted to meet the owner of the brooch."

"I simply wanted to try my luck. I never thought it'd be Samson's daughter. At first, I wanted you to step in and return this brooch to its rightful owner for sentimental reasons," Simon answered, his voice tinged with sadness when he mentioned Samson.

An accident had taken Samson's life, leaving behind a widow and their child. Simon was determined to ensure this heartfelt keepsake would not be lost or scattered like an ordinary possession.

He thought it was truly fortunate that he had found Samson's daughter, Sabrina.

Simon's words deeply moved Sabrina, yet they also evoked a touch of sadness. She appreciated his understanding of her parents' relationship and felt compelled to honor that sentiment. This also highlighted Nelson's indifference toward her.

"Thank you, Mr. Nash. Please allow me to toast you with coffee instead of wine."

Gratitude filled Sabrina's eyes as she looked at Simon.

Simon chuckled and remarked, "You're as straightforward as your father."

He knew his flaws in relying on his talent and being arrogant. At a young age, he gained fame in the jewelry world. However, his peculiar temperament often posed challenges for younger generations.

Only two left a lasting impression on Simon. They were Samson, a jewelry designer from decades ago, and Nelson, the son of the Tuckers.

Little did he expect that these two were father-in-law and son-in-law. He felt it was indeed a wonderful twist of fate.

"Could you tell me stories about my father when he was young?" Sabrina inquired, genuinely interested.

A sweet smile graced Cheryl's face whenever she spoke of the brooch. Yet, neither Sabrina nor her mother knew its connection to Simon.

After all, he was a genius craftsman in the jewelry industry. Simon was known for challenging the limits of jewelry design, from innovation to cutting techniques.

Right then, Nelson felt a mix of emotions. He knew the brooch held great significance for Sabrina, but he was unaware it was her father's keepsake.

He had always wondered when she started losing interest in him and stopped smiling at him. But now, Nelson finally understood when Sabrina's heart had begun to grow cold.