"Did you buy that for me? I can't believe you can spend such an amount on that watch," my father asked and commented when he came to me.
"I'm sorry, Dad, but it's not for you," I replied, shyly while biting my lip. He raised his brow. I know I was already blushing, right now. He looked rather curiously amused than confused.
"If it's not for me, then who's the lucky one to get that very expensive vintage watch?" he asked again, smiling meaningfully.
"It's for James, Dad. I promise I'll buy you something more expensive, too," I told him, but he laughed at me while shaking his head. I didn't know why I felt like I sounded defensive here.
"What a generous girlfriend!" he commented. He was still smiling as he continued speaking. "Don't worry about me, child. As long as you are happy, I wil
