The next day morning,

Aiden was sitting and waiting for Arwen to join him for breakfast when he saw her emerging from the closet with a velvet box in her hand.

"What''s that?" he asked.

Arwen had thought that he was waiting downstairs, but hearing his voice so close surprised her. "Oh, you are here. I thought you would be waiting at the dining table."

Aiden did reply immediately; his eyes were fixed on the velvet box in her hand which Arwen soon noticed.

Glancing down at the ring inside, she turned it towards him and said, "This is the Foster family''s heirloom. Ryan, my ex-fiance?''s mother, gave to me. But now, I don''t think I hold a position to wear it, so ..." Before she could finish, Aiden interrupted.

"Did you like that ring?"

"Huh?" Arwen looked up at him, confused. But when she saw the dep furrow in his brows, she understood what he was asking. Laughing softly, she walked up to him and said, "I am no longer Ryan''s fiance?e, husband. I brought it out so that I could go and return it to Aunt Beca."

"Here," she showed him the ruby ring, "It''s beautiful, isn''t it?"@@@@

Aiden glanced at the ring and nodded with a hum. "If you like it, you can keep it," he said, and Arwen''s eyes widened in surprise at his words.

Arwen''s lips curled up in a tender, slow smile. She reached up, gently cupping his face, brushing her finger over his skin. "I never said I liked it, husband," she murmured, her voice warm and intimate.

She stepped back slightly, straightening her posture, before opening the box again. "It''s a beautiful ring, indeed. But it''s not meant for me. I don''t feel connected to it the way you think. I have worn it for so long that it''s just ...a habit. Without it my finger feels empty, that''s all."

She paused, her eyes softening as she met his intense ones. "But if you think that wearing someone else makes me belong any less to you, then I will never wear

She then looked up at him. "So, husband, you don''t have to jet jealous over such a small thing. If wearing someone else ring make me belong less to you, then I would happily not wear it. Because I want to belong to you. I belong to you, huband, same as you belong to me."

Aiden stared at her, his expression shifting from possesiveness to something deeper —something far more vulnerable.

He reached out for her hand, gently taking the velvet box from her and closing it with a decisive snap. "Moon," he said softly, his voice mixed with warmth and authority, "you never belonged to snyone else. Not truly. And you never will. I won''t give anyone that chance to steal you away from me. Not ever."

He then took her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over her knuckles. His words sounded deep, and Arwen felt it too. But before she could think about it, Aiden shifted her attention.

"Let''s go get you a ring tomorrow."

Arwen raised a brow. "A ring?" she asked, and Aiden glanced down at her finger.

"Yes, a ring. Your finger shouldn''t miss something that wasn''t worth it," he said with a small smirk. Arwen chuckled at his nonchalant tone. Rubies were among the rarest gemstones, and not to mention, this particular piece was Forster family''s heirloom —one of the most valuable of its kind. Yet here he was, dismissing it as if it were meaningless.

But then again, she learnt something important about him today —he was possessive as hell. "Fine," she teased, "then I will expect something even more beautiful than this. Let''s see what you get me."