Inside the bC/bb&/bbD /bstoreb. /b

The clerk enthusiastically brought bout /bthe bring/bb: /bb“/bbMiss /bbWindsor/bb, /bthis bis /byour ringb./bb” /b

bI /bbpicked /bup the ring to admire bit /bcarefully.

Though I had already seen it in the photob, /bviewing bit /bwith my own eyes bwas /beven more incredibly beautiful.

The engagement ring was crafted from pure tinum with elegant, flowing lines. At bits /bcenter was set a six–carat blue diamond, transparent and brilliant, surrounded by bdensely /bpacked pink and white diamonds like bstars /bembracing the moon.

bIt /bwasn’t ostentatious, yet possessed an inherent noble aura thatmanded attention, as if born for royal bloodlines, belonging only to the most distinguished

Luna.

I hesitated somewhatb: /b“Are byou /bbsure /bthis ring is for meb?/bb” /b

The clerk replied: “Certainly. This ring also has the initials of you and… that gentleman engraved inside.”

I picked bup /bthe ring to examine bit /bcarefully, and indeed saw “A.W. & A.T.b” /bengraved inside.

Aurora Windsor & Adrian Thorne

This ring clearly had thought put into it.

I had only agreed to the arranged marriage yesterday, yet the custom ring was delivered today?

Could this ring have been made in advanceb? /b

I was somewhat puzzled but didn’t ask further questions.

I put on the ring–the size was perfect.

“It’s truly beautiful,” the clerk praised sincerely.

Just as bI /bput on the ring, Ferris’s voice suddenly rang out behind me.

“Aurora, what are you doing here?”

I frowned and turned around.

The moment I turned, Ferris released Ashley’s hand that he had been holding.

bA /bcold glint shed through Ashley’s eyes before quickly returning to normal.

I wasn’t surprised at all by Ferris appearing here with Ashley.

bI /breplied calmly: “Trying on a ring.”

Upon hearing this, Ferris walked forward several steps, and when he saw the ring on my hand clearly, his expression darkened abruptly.

I waved my hand with its sparklingrge diamond ring and asked him: “How is it? Does it look good?”

Thin anger rose in Ferris’s eyes: b“/bIt doesn’t look good.”

bWe /bboth understood what a ring represented.

When we held our mating ceremony, we should have ced wedding rings on each other’s fingers, but at that time bFerris /bconsidered us fake mates and saw no need to bprepare /bwedding rings.

All these years, my ring finger had remained empty.

Ferris said coldly: “Aurora, I always thought you were obedient and sensible. Take off the ring and put it back.”

I was stunned for a moment, then realized he had misunderstood.

He thought I wanted to order a wedding ring set to force him to acknowledge our rtionship.

From the first day of bing mates, he had coldly told meb: /bhe couldn’t give me a real marriage.

I wasn’t worthy of it either.