Chapter 133

Abel was stunned, so he did not reply immediately.

“You handpicked them, so how could they not like them?” he said with confidence.

Then, he changed the subject. “How’s your grandfather? Is the transfer going well?”

Ruth frowned slightly. It was true that she handpicked those gifts, but his ambiguous answer was a bit perfunctory.

She wanted to question him further, but when he mentioned her grandfather, she became high-spirited and vividly described what had happened in the afternoon.

Ruth was scheming, cunning, and confident when she was with Tom.

But when she was with Abel, she was more like a kid who won a quarrel and happily asked for praise when she returned home.

Abel was amused by this thought and raised his hand to caress her hair. “Good job! You’re smart!”

Ruth stopped and stared at him.

Abel realized that his action was too gentle and intimate and withdrew his hand quickly.

“Something’s not right. How did you know about the transfer?” Ruth sounded puzzled. “When I w