bChapter /bb17 /b

bFerris /bwas bpletely /benraged by bmy /bwordsb, /bhis chest heaving violently as he shouted sternly: “Will you take it off or not!”

bMy /bbtone was /bblight /band breezyb: /b“I won’tb./b”

b“/bbFine/bb! /bbIf /byou like it so much, then wear it. Anywayb, /bI’ll never buy you a ring–you’ll pay for this ring yourself!”

bMe/bb: /b“Mm–hmmb./bb” /b

I turned to the clerk and said: “I’ll take this ring with me directly, that’s no problemb, /bright?b” /b

The clerk immediately replied: b“/bOf courseb, /bthe payment for this ring has already been settled on your end.”

Both Ferris and Ashley bwere /bstunnedb, /bespecially Ashley, who looked at me with a hint bof /bjealousy in her eyes.

Ferris frowned: “Where did you bget /bso much moneyb?/bb” /b

bI /breplied calmlyb. /b“That’s none of your businessb./bb” /b

Ferris wanted bto /bbsay /b“you’re my Luna,” but thinking of the heartless words he’d just said to me, he suddenly couldn’t voice those words. So he red at me angrily, turned around, and stormed off.

Ashley chased after him: “Ferris, wait for me.”

After those two left, the clerk didn’t dare say much more. After preparing the packaging bag and gifts for me, they politely bid me farewell.

I was about to leave when I suddenly thought of something.

b“/bDo you have contact information for the person who custom–made this ring?”

Third Person Perspective

At this moment, in ck Mountain Pack’s central building’s top floor.

Inside the Alpha’s office, quiet as night, firelight danced in the firece, casting the man’s stern features in deeper shadows.

Adrian held his phone, watching a new friend request pop up on the screen. He raised an eyebrow slightly and tapped “ept.”

The contact name wasb: /bAurora.

The next second, a message appeared.

He looked downb, /band a faint smile curved his lips.

In the photo was a slender yet elegantly graceful hand, wearing the ring he had personallymissioned–a six–carat blue diamond set in a band interwoven

with pink and white diamonds, sparkling brilliantly under the light.

Thank you for the gift. The ring is very beautiful.]

Adrian smiled slightly, his long fingers tapping a reply on the screen-

b[/bbIt /blooks good. Do you like it?]

[I like it.]

bAdrian’s /bsmile deepened.

[Good that you like bit/bb./bb] /b

b[/bThis ring must bbe /bbvery /bbexpensive/bb, /bbright/b? bWe /bhaven’t even met byet/b, and you’re bgiving /bme such an expensive gift.b] /b

b[/bbNot /bexpensive. bYou /bdeserve bthe /bbestb./bb] /b

Beta bNeil /bbstood /bnearbyb, /bwaiting for Adrian to sign thest page of documents.

He couldn’t help but steal nces at his Alpha several times already.

He wasn’t seeing things, was he?

Adrian, who was usually cold as an ice sculpture, was actually smilingb? /b

And bit /bwasn’t that perfunctory polite smile, but truly genuineb–/bsweetness.

bIt /bwas as if the air bwas /bfilled with pink bubblesb. /bHe almost thought he’d walked onto the wrong set, identally wandering from ck Mountain Pack into a romantic drama filming location.

b“/bFinished signing. Why do you keep staring bat /bmeb?/bb” /b

bAdrian /blooked up indifferently, returning to his usual cold bexpression/b.

Neil startled and immediately snapped back to attention, quickly taking the documents: b“/bbNo/b–nothing, Alpha. I’ll go down right away!”

Aurora’s Perspective

After getting the ring, I turned and walked into the adjacent high–end men’s watch boutique.

I nned to pick a watch for Adrian as a small gift for our first formal meeting. After all, I would soon be going to ck Mountain Pack to meet this stranger who was my fiancé.

Adrian’s photo was forwarded to me by my father.

The man was tall and lean, with three–dimensional handsome features. bHis /bsword–like brows and starry eyes conveyed a cold, noble temperament–he lookedposed yet unapproachable, almost exactly matching my imagination of ck Mountain Pack’s Alpha.

I carefully selected at the counter, finally choosing a limited edition mechanical watch with a stern design and pure ck face. Its minimalism revealed sharpness, very much like him in the photo.

Just after swiping my card and preparing to leave, a familiar voice suddenly rang out behind me:

“Aurorab? /bWhat are you doing here?”

I turned around to see an acquaintance walking toward me, his gaze falling on the gift box I’d just put in my bag, his eyes showing some inquiry.

“Is this a gift for Alpha Ferrisb?/bb” /b