I laugh a little at his words, earning myself a glare.
"What is so funny about this?" He asks. "Wait, do you happen to have discovered and got it last time I brought you here?"
These words cause me to sober up.
"Of course not!" I say promptly.
"Then what are you laughing at?" one of his brows rises in a fine arch.
"I am just thinking, how can you expect it to always be where you left it when you don't live here? There are people who live here and they clean."
"None of them would move the necklace without my permission," he says.
"What if they didn't realize how important it is to you? It is an old necklace and used to be valuable only in old times. Nowadays it is nothing and a person wouldn't give a second thought before throwing it in a dust bin," I emphasize throwing something wit
