The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 259

Nora's gaze instantly locked onto the priceless exhibits, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.

She recalled how, just days ago at The Xavier Residence, Gideon had helped her retrieve those two old sketchbooks.

He must have noticed the newspaper clippings, reference materials, and dense handwritten notes detailing classical jewelry craftsmanship she had hoarded in that dusty corner.

To the average elite socialite, this place would be a complete bore. It lacked polished, wearable jewelry that could be flaunted for status.

But to a dedicated professional designer like Nora—someone obsessively devoted to ancient techniques—this was absolute paradise.

She had written about this very place countless times in her college journals, constantly dreaming of the day she might flip through those legendary manuscripts.

The doors here were notoriously closed year-round, completely off-limits to the public. Ordinary people couldn't even bribe their way inside.

She stared in sheer disbelief at the wonderland laid out before her.

She never expected Gideon to actually research her interests.

Figuring out she wouldn't appreciate blindingly flashy retail jewelry, he had clearly leveraged his massive network and resources to unearth this sanctuary designed exclusively for purists.

He hadn't phoned it in by ordering Liam York to wrap up some overpriced bauble. Instead, he had dug into her deepest passions, bringing her to a place that resonated perfectly with her designer soul.

Nora stood frozen, hyper-aware of the warmth radiating from his palm, a chaotic mix of emotions swirling in her chest.

Gideon released his grip, his eyes scanning the immaculate rows of climate-controlled display cases in the main hall.

"Go take a look," he encouraged, his voice smooth and carrying its usual commanding ease.

"Whatever you want, just point it out to Liam. He'll handle the logistics with the curator."

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