your engag
and cutting, his gaze s
instinctively curled her fingers, hiding her hand from his view. She had
ng down on her, but she forced herself to keep he
raced as she fi
in m
er, but it felt like a confession
ed with something d
your
He took a deep breath, visibly trying to rein in hi
you hid
t wanted anyone to see the ring. Wearing it felt like an announcement she wasn
that she was already tied down, as if the e
jus
er voice barely
ryone to know I'm
e. Celine's fingers fidgeted in her lap, her eyes darting around the car, avoiding h
him. The fact that Celine didn't want to sho
on to hide a piece of jewelry. It mean
s to stay
ation. It felt like a rejection, as if she was denyi
mered beneath the surface, but there was something else mixed in-hurt. She didn't
hat's
is voice low but sh
u're still single? Is t
mained silent, her mind racing. She hadn't seen it
ther she admitted it or not-but his harsh words cut deeper than s
ing because you don't want pe
his gaze har
to think you're still f
mean it
n to her ears. She glanced away, unable to meet his
etending it wasn't real. But hearing him speak like that, with su
him in the eyes of others? And why did it
low tone as he spoke, his words lace
think about me or wha
ocked onto hers, sh
lation, Celine. You're going
s he continued, his gaze never leaving her. " I
t of his words settle, "Then
the kind of threat that came from anger alone; it came from his deep need to assert control, to
side her. She wanted to push back, to tell him he couldn't cont
om for argument. He was making it clear: th
o wear it-not now, not in front of him, not after everything he had just said. But the way he was lookinng. The sight of it, a symbol of a relationship she still
d her hesitate, his expression unreada
d, sharp enough to cut thr
avier than it should. It wasn't just a piece of jewelry; it was a reminder tips pressed together in a thin line. The silence between them fel
d to wear a ring that felt more like a chain. But the words were s