As soon as I felt the atmosphere around Captian sinking lower and lower, fear pricked up every nerve in me. I sat down obediently, too stunned to utter another word. The Rolls-Royce quickly pierced through the night, gliding onto a street glowing with neon lights of every color. Watching the dazzling lights outside the window, I suddenly realized this wasn't the way back to the mansion. I had no idea what Captian intended to do now. Was he going to take me to some entertainment club or a fancy Western restaurant again?
A few minutes later, the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a high-end jewelry boutique. Even from a distance, I could see diamonds and gemstones glittering behind the crystal-clear glass counters. Jewelry beautiful enough to steal one's breath exactly the kind every woman in the world dreamed of. But why did Captian suddenly bring me here? Did he want to buy jewelry… for me?
"Get out." Captian opened the car door for me, his black coat billowing in the wind like a sharp arc, cold and imposing.
I stepped out obediently. Even though I was cursing internally, outwardly I still asked softly, "Director Anderson… may I ask why we're here?"
He looked at me like I was an idiot before returning to his usual expressionless face. Without answering, he strode into the jewelry store. I rubbed my nose awkwardly and hurried after him in small, quick steps.
The moment I walked in, the intense lighting instantly blinded me. I pursed my lips, needing a few seconds to adjust to the brightness. By then, Captian was already standing before the counter.
The saleswoman spotted him and immediately lowered her gaze in respectful fear. "Director Anderson, the diamond ring you commissioned has been completed. I'll bring it out for you right away."
Captian remained silent, but his aura alone was enough to terrify anyone.
I carefully shifted closer. I heard every single word the saleswoman said clear as day. So Captian had ordered a custom diamond ring. Was it… for me? Or for someone else?
Soon, the saleswoman returned with the ring. Every one of her movements looked cautious, as if a single tremble could get her killed. She opened the velvet box.
A burst of brilliant red light shot out.
I sucked in a breath.
It wasn't an ordinary diamond.
It was a red diamond, the rarest in the world.
Pure. Transparent. As if blood flowed within it. Under the refracted lighting, the crimson glow looked even more dazzling, ethereal, and breathtaking.
Even if I didn't know much about gemstones, I knew instantly: this ring was unimaginably expensive—maybe even one of a kind.
"If there's anything you are dissatisfied with, please let us know." The saleswoman glanced nervously at Captian. I understood why, ruining such a gemstone meant even bankruptcy wouldn't be enough to compensate.
"How do you feel about it?" Captian lowered his gaze to me.
My eyelashes trembled. I didn't dare speak at first. Was this ring… really meant for me?
The saleswoman also stared at me expectantly. She clearly recognized me now, the girl who caused a sensation on Facebook, the legitimate wife of Director Anderson. That meant the ring must have been made for me. As long as I said "good," they would all be safe.
Feeling pressured by her burning gaze, I tugged at my dress hem and whispered, "I think it's very beautiful."
"Put it on." Captian pointed at the ring.
I swallowed and cautiously lifted the ring, sliding it onto my finger. I thought it might be too big but it fit perfectly, like it had been made solely for me. The red diamond shone brilliantly against my pale fingers, looking like a masterfully crafted piece of art.
I raised my hand and found myself unable to look away. It was stunning. But the moment I remembered how many millions or billions, this must cost, I stiffened.
"This ring fits perfectly… like it really was made just for me," I murmured.
Captian didn't respond. He simply stared at my small pale hand as if mesmerized, the kind of gaze that made me feel as though he wanted to kiss it.
I tried to remove the ring.
His eyes narrowed. "Keep it on."
I froze. "…Not take it off?"
He leaned in, his warm breath brushing my ear. "It's yours."
My whole face burned. I cupped my ear with one hand, heart racing. "But… it's so expensive. If I wear this outside, someone will rob me! I won't be able to sleep knowing I have this on!"
"Our wedding ring."
He gently stroked the hand wearing the ring. The red diamond glowed even more beautifully under his touch, turning my fingers into something elegant and breathtaking.
"Or… do you not like it?" His voice dropped, dangerous.
The entire store chilled. The saleswoman nearly fainted.
I panicked, grabbing his sleeve to soothe him. "I-I like it! It's beautiful and precious, and the fact that you ordered it just for me… I was only shocked and didn't react fast enough. I like it. Really!"
Ronan smiled as he opened the car door for them. His gaze swept past casually until he caught sight of the ring on Rosy's finger.
The diamond on it sparkled so brilliantly it nearly blinded him.
That pigeon-blood diamond…
It was the one the Anderson family had won at an auction in Mozzalisa City.
Its value was in the hundreds of millions.
And not only that, its quality was exceptional, crystal-clear and flawless. Only one such diamond had ever been discovered. It was truly one of a kind.
Ronan had originally thought President Anderson would lock it away in a vault.
He never imagined the man would turn that priceless diamond into a ring and then give it to Rosy.
The marriage certificate stunt earlier had already been crazy enough.
But this diamond ring completely shattered Ronan's worldview.
It seemed President Anderson didn't just care about her.
He was utterly, deeply attached.
Ronan stared at the diamond ring, overwhelmed by a complicated mix of emotions.