So, wedding rings are worn on the ring finger.
It must be like this for her to have a heartbeat.
Bethany quickly retrieved her heart.
When I raised my hand to take the ring.
Terrence held her two hands in his, his slender fingers
threading through the gaps between her fingers, entwining
with her ten digits.
His deep gaze stared directly at her.
“Wear it, not allowed to take it off.”
The voice was not loud, still in a commanding tone.
Bethany’s hand was controlled by him, and she was unable to
answer him. She could only reluctantly accept his ridiculous
charity.
There was still no expression on her face.
Terrence remembered that once he passed by a mall and
unexpectedly saw a pair of pearl earrings that he thought
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would be perfect for her. When he came back and gave them to
her, her eyes were filled with a sparkling radiance, like starlight.
He approached her, lowering his voice, and said, “Don’t you
really like it when I give you gifts? This sound–emitting
diamond ring was specially made for you.”
Seven years, they had been married for seven years.
With his shrewdness and discernment, it was impossible for
him not to know that she loved him.
He was very good at playing with her emotions.
Saying the harshest words hurt her.
Did the most ruthless thing, almost killed her.
In the blink of an eye, it was as if it had never happened.
Give a slap, then give a sweet date.
She told him, “That’s how cheap your existence is, dispensable.”
Terrence suddenly let go of her hand, and she took the
opportunity to get up. He then tightly embraced her slender
waist and pressed his face against her chest.
“Don’t move, let me lean for a while. I’m very tired, haven’t slept
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for thirty–six hours.”
Bethany was not upset that he didn’t move, but rather because
he held her too tightly, making it impossible for her to move.
He stopped talking, and there was silence in the room.
After a while, she heard his steady breathing.
She furrowed her brows.
Did Terrence fall asleep so quickly?
She dared not move, maintaining this posture for about five
minutes. She gently shifted her body, preparing to slowly
release herself.
“Don’t go, um, let me hold you for a little longer.”
Bethany froze and dared not move. She lowered her head, her
eyes tightly shut. She didn’t know if he was sleep–talking or if he
had sensed that she was about to get up.
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