Arianne was still perplexing over the origin of this ring when Mark pointed out, “I designed it myself a long time ago. Revamped a bit and had someone craft it for three months. I only decided to give it to you after I was satisfied enough.”
His admission reminded Arianne—she had seen its design plan in his study when she was still a kid! This was why she felt as though she had seen it before!
Back then, Arianne had imagined the ring to be something Mark had designed for his future wife. How would she have known that the same ring would one day fall on her hand?
Fate was an enigmatic mistress. By her machination, Arianne’s life was bound to Mark’s for this lifetime.
She closed the box carefully, clearly not intending to wear the ring right there and then. She was afraid of losing it during work.
Mark was a little displeased with her action. In fact, his handsome face became stormy. “You’re not gonna wear it?”
“Well, I don’t want to lose it…”
“I can always hire someone to remake it if you lose it.” He countered in a low voice. “Wear it.”
Arianne was a little uneasy at how quickly his mood changed, so she obeyed him and put the ring on. Since she had graceful, lean fingers, the ring fit her beautifully. It was a gift that truly satisfied Arianne.
She had only just returned to her desk when Mark sent her a message: ‘Outside tonight?’
She gawked at the message for a good few seconds. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was he asking if they should spend their night in a hotel?
At that thought, Arianne quickly glanced around her surroundings guiltily to make sure that no one was watching her. She sighed a breath of relief when that was confirmed and replied, ‘Are you sure? I am worried about leaving Smore at home.’
‘What’s that to worry? Mary’s watching him,’ Mark replied immediately. ‘And this doesn’t happen all the time. I’ll come to you after work, and we’ll get dinner. Then we get a hotel room.”
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