We?
Allyce blinked, Severo hadn’t been paying attention either.
The word “we” came out as if they were still together.
Allyce took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes”.
Severo, seeing how good he looked, tried to reach out and touch his head out of habit.
Only halfway through did he turn and pull it back naturally, curving it slightly to catch up with Allyce, “Come on, get in.”
Allyce looked at him in surprise.
Severo raised an eyebrow, “You’re coming in with me, did you forget you don’t have an invitation?
It was a bit of a strange feeling.
What Severo had said the night she left the villa had hurt her.
I even hated it a little.
But these days, she always used to think of the old days when they were together, of the things he had done for her.
The hatred that had not existed was completely gone.
She was in no position to hate him.
Severo no longer loved her, he just followed his heart, he had done nothing wrong.
She had caused him a lot of trouble, and he could have had it easier with a woman who knew more, couldn’t he?
The first time he thought like that he would feel pain, the second time he would get a hard-on.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was the right thing to do.
It had been a mistake for the two of them to be together, and separating them was just a way to make things right again.
As Allyce walked towards the shop with Severo on her arm, she felt a sense of peace.
It was to be.
Severo sensed that the woman next to him was too quiet and glanced sideways to find her pensive.
He frowned slightly and led her to a seat, avoiding passers-by.
They sat delicately, one row behind Desiderio.
Allyce kept an eye on Desiderio at all times, while Severo watched the auction with interest, but without raising his number plate.
There were many things on auction, clothes, jewellery, antiques, famous paintings …
Allyce asked him curiously: “You don’t have anything in mind for the auction?
Severo said nothing and Allyce made a fool of himself and said no more.
“The next item to be auctioned is …”
Said the presenter, deliberately, before continuing in an excited tone: “Rosalind Madruga’s posthumous work, Blaze!
As soon as the presenter finished, a bridesmaid brought out the “Blaze”.
“Initial offer, $50 million!”
Allyce knew all about Rosalind, the world-famous master of jewellery design.
Every woman dreams of owning a piece of Rosalind jewellery.
Elegance, passion, hope, love… these are the words synonymous with Rosalind’s jewellery.
The “Blaze” necklace was Rosalind’s last piece of jewellery, designed and handcrafted by her over a period of two years.
Allyce recalls an interview in which Rosalind said: “I’ve spent my life in love with the ‘Blaze’.
It was not long before that elegant old woman, the bearer of the good wishes of countless women, passed away.
Allyce, who normally had no desire to buy luxury items, could not resist the “Blaze” necklace, which she wanted for its beauty.
It was a fiery, crystalline red, glowing, warm and delicate.
No woman, he thought, could resist such temptation.
At first he had only come to “meet” Desiderio, but now he was a little glad he had.
He held up his number plate: “Fifty-one million!”
I knew there would be too many people wanting the Blaze to raise the price too much at once.
As luck would have it, a host of offers followed.
“Fifty-two million!
“Fifty-eight million!
“…”
“Eighty million!
“…”
After adding up eighty million, Allyce bit her lip, adding more, she wasn’t sure she could take it.
How about asking Severo to lend it to you?
He turned his head to see Severo fiddling with his phone, not knowing what he was doing.
He sighed and thought better of it.
If I didn’t win the auction, I would have to say that I wasn’t meant to be with the Blaze.
After that, there was a new round of bidding.
The price had already risen to 100 million.
Then to 150 million, 180 million and then to 200 million.
After 200 million, fewer and fewer people raised their cards.
Allyce was no longer able to lift his number plate.
He put down his number plate and sighed. Everyone wanted something nice, but not everyone could afford it.
At the thought, she suddenly felt very disinterested and shrank back in her chair, closed her eyes and rested.
Severo looked deeply at her, but said nothing.
It was Desiderio, who had been sitting quietly in the front row, who raised his number plate and immediately shouted: “Three hundred million”.
Allyce stared blankly and looked up to meet Desiderio, who was staring back at her.
Desiderio gave him a slight nod and Allyce gave him a forced smile.
Desiderio had a good chance of winning the auction, but she was not going to accept it.
The thought had just crossed his mind when a male voice rang out from the floor: “Five hundred million”.
Allyce’s face flushed and she turned her head to see an ordinary-looking young man holding a number plate, wearing a good quality suit, but not as fine as Desiderio and Severo.
But he was asking for half a billion.
Desiderio looked at the man and raised his number: “Five hundred and ten million”.
The man immediately held up his card: “Six hundred million”.
At that point, those who had raised their cards earlier fell silent.
“Six hundred million at once!”
Desiderio held up his numbered card: “Six hundred and fifty million!”
“Seven hundred million!
“Seven hundred and ten million!
“Eight hundred million!
“…”
The man’s boss must be very rich.
The “Blaze” was certainly valuable, but it was only a necklace, and to some people it might be priceless, but its value could not help but be measured in money.
Eight hundred million was no small sum, and not a good deal by comparison.
“Eight hundred million at once!”
“…”
Until the host shouted three times, there was still no one to raise the bid.
“The mystery bidder finally won the auction for 800 million.
Desiderio turned his head in Severo’s direction.
Allyce, unable to contain her curiosity, tugged on Severo’s sleeve: “Guess who bought it?
Severo raised an eyebrow and said nothing.
Embarrassed, Allyce let go of his hand and said with a dry smile, “I think this buyer People are stupid and rich.”
For some reason, Severo’s face sank as he heard his words.
He looked at Allyce with a cold gaze, as if a layer of frost covered them, as if he could freeze ice when he looked at people.
Allyce was puzzled, he hadn’t said he was a fool, why was he angry?