CHAPTER 763: CHAPTER 763: GIVING GIFTS

Downstairs, Rachel Sherman handed the bag in her hand to Mrs. Fletcher with a smile on her face and said, "Auntie, these are two handmade Chrysanthemum flowers, a small token as a meeting gift. I hope you like them."

The four words, Chrysanthemum flowers, made Mrs. Fletcher slightly flinch. She reached out to take them, saying, "Thank you." We met that day, but she didn’t mention it, as Rachel seemed to have... forgotten that day’s events.

Mrs. Fletcher accepted the gift but did not express particular delight, nor did she open it to look on the spot. Instead, she handed the gift over to a servant.

And she asked the servant, "What is the gentleman doing upstairs?"

The servant replied honestly, "Madam, the gentleman is reading."

Rachel felt a bit awkward hearing this. Mr. Fletcher probably didn’t want to see her, right? He was merely reading, not busy with work.

For a moment, the pressure in Rachel’s heart grew again, even though she maintained a faint smile on her face.

"Sit, sit." Mrs. Fletcher greeted them, and soon, the servant poured tea and brought a plate of fruits.

Chase Fletcher led Rachel to sit down, and his father’s figure appeared at the stair corner—a majestic figure with a touch of authority, no expression on his face.

"Dad." Chase Fletcher, sitting on the sofa, raised his eyes and politely stood up.

Rachel also stood up, "Hello, Uncle."

"This is Rachel Sherman, my girlfriend." Chase Fletcher introduced in a gentle voice, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, providing her a sense of security.

Rachel felt quite moved in her heart.

This detail did not escape Mrs. Fletcher’s notice, as her gaze lingered on the girl’s shoulder for a long time.

"Hmm." The man on the stairs nodded, stepped downstairs, and without extra words, simply asked, "How’s the cooking going? When can we eat?"

This atmosphere... again felt a bit awkward.

The first time bringing a girlfriend home, no other questions asked... The scene quickly turned cold, seeming as if he had no interest in her.

"Soon, there are still two dishes being cooked." The butler replied softly.

"Hmm." After coming downstairs, the well-dressed middle-aged man directly walked toward them.

Chase Fletcher took out the custom golf club with a smile and said, "Dad, this is a gift Rachel prepared for you."

"Uncle, I hope you like it." Rachel quickly echoed.

Mr. Fletcher stopped in front of his son, reached out to take the club handed over, frowning to inspect it for a few seconds, then looked at Rachel and asked directly, "Is Miss Sherman a journalist?"

"Yes, Uncle."

"Are journalists paid this well now?" The middle-aged man again looked at the club, joked, "This would spend a year’s salary, wouldn’t it? How would you have money to raise kids?"

Rachel felt a bit awkward hearing this, momentarily speechless.

Chase Fletcher answered, "Would you like it if we sent something cheap? Could you use it? Rachel and I picked this club together. I admit, I paid for it. She wanted to pay herself, but I didn’t agree."

"And what about the gift you gave your mom? Did you pay for that too?" Mr. Fletcher asked another question, finding it amusing.

This time Rachel spoke, "The gift for Auntie didn’t cost money. It’s an intangible cultural heritage item that my friend and I made together with our own hands. The corkwood was freshly cut."

Mrs. Fletcher glanced at the box on the nearby display stand and couldn’t help but feel curious. She knew about intangible heritage? It seemed to be Chrysanthemum flowers indeed.

So, she turned and walked over to it, personally opening the box.

Inside, there were two Chrysanthemum flowers placed, which immediately dazzled her. How beautiful!

Mrs. Fletcher held her breath and carefully reached out to take them out. Their magnificence deeply attracted her...

The ones seen at the auction were also Chrysanthemum flowers, not as close as now, yet their beauty also struck her.

Hence, Mrs. Fletcher’s face showed a joyful smile, one of genuine delight. A priceless treasure!