Inside the C&D store.
The clerk enthusiastically brought out the ring: “Miss Windsor, this is your ring.”
I picked up the ring to admire it carefully.
Though I had already seen it in the photo, viewing it with my own eyes was even more incredibly beautiful.
The engagement ring was crafted from pure platinum with elegant, flowing lines. At its center was set a six–carat blue diamond, transparent and brilliant, surrounded by densely packed pink and white diamonds like stars embracing the moon.
It wasn’t ostentatious, yet possessed an inherent noble aura that commanded attention, as if born for royal bloodlines, belonging only to the most distinguished
Luna.
I hesitated somewhat: “Are you sure this ring is for me?”
The clerk replied: “Certainly. This ring also has the initials of you and… that gentleman engraved inside.”
I picked up the ring to examine it carefully, and indeed saw “A.W. & A.T.” engraved 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 advance?
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 I put 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.
A cold glint flashed through Ashley’s eyes before quickly returning to normal.
I wasn’t surprised at all by Ferris appearing here with Ashley.
I replied 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 sparkling large diamond ring and asked him: “How is it? Does it look good?”
Thin anger rose in Ferris’s eyes: “It doesn’t look good.”
We both understood what a ring represented.
When we held our mating ceremony, we should have placed wedding rings on each other’s fingers, but at that time Ferris considered us fake mates and saw no need to prepare wedding 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 relationship.
From the first day of becoming mates, he had coldly told me: he couldn’t give me a real marriage.
I wasn’t worthy of it either.
