Chapter 481 What Is Money Saved For Wife (1/2)

Dylan sneaked into Beryl's room, holding a beautiful box in his hand, and closed the door sneakily like a thief.

Beryl was fast asleep with the curtains half drawn. Dylan dared not wake her up and he simply stood still at her bedside, staring intently at her sleeping face. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed to become in his eyes. To Dylan, Beryl was like an exquisite doll in a shop window, more expensive than any other one.

Beryl seemed to sense someone was in the room and turned over. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Dylan's small face which made her angry at once. But before she could push him, Dylan hemmed and hawed, trying to express himself.

”Beryl, I've come to apologize to you. I didn't know you were afraid... Well, that...”

”It's fine. It doesn't matter.” Beryl cast a glance at him, and replied with a calm expression, albeit in a sleepy voice, ”I forgive you. Now you can go out.”

She was thinking, 'This is not mine but Dylan's home, where I can not be too capricious. Although Aunt Rita and Uncle David are very kind to me, they are different from my parents. I must behave myself while I am staying over here.'

”Really?” Dylan grinned and automatically ignored her last sentence, ”Beryl, I brought you something...”

Hearing that he had brought something again, Beryl was a little frightened and almost instantly remembered the ”surprise” he had given her that very same day. It hadn't been a pleasant one and had only held fright for her.

Dylan, aware of her nervousness, quickly tried to explain, ”No, no, no. Don't get me wrong. It's really some thing, not a small animal.”

Then, putting the big box on the ground, he took out a small key from his pocket, and opened the little gold lock on the box. With a click, the box sprang open.

Colorful bills poured out with several gold coins among them.

”Look, this is some money I have saved. It can be used to buy lots of candies and beautiful skirts... Now it is all yours,” said Dylan.

Beryl could clearly see that it was a lot of money. Her face took on a puzzled expression. ”Why are you giving it to me?” she asked, confused.

”As compensation,” Dylan answered shortly, as if it explained everything.

”I don't want your money.”