The chair had a faint scent of sandalwood, lingering subtly at her nose, and it smelled wonderful.
Scarlett Yates couldn't help but lean in, taking two deep breaths, and said with a face full of delight, "It smells so good."
She had once collected a bracelet made of rosewood.
To say which bracelet she bought wasn't of the finest rosewood, yet it was still quite valuable, bought with the money she earned through work-study, and it pained her a bit when she purchased it.
At this moment, the chair she sat on, whether in color, gloss, or the aroma of the wood, was far superior to her bracelet.
Oh my, if this really is made of rosewood, gosh, how extravagant it would be, such fine rosewood turned into a chair.
She sniffed around the chair like a little dog, and Matthew Saxon was amused by her antics, curling his lips and saying, "Genuine, without a doubt."
