Besides, more importantly, how could she really wear something so expensive?
This simply did not align with her lifestyle and values.
This marriage was essentially a fake union, maintained with the facade of harmony just for certain purposes.
She looked at the ring, its brilliance dazzling under the light, silently declaring its expense and rarity.
However, it was precisely this luxury and value that brought her a faint pressure.
No matter what the ring meant, it was too precious for her to comfortably claim it as her own.
William Foster noticed her hesitation and sighed softly.
His voice drifted over like a whisper of wind, yet carried an irresistible strength: "If you don't accept it as an engagement ring, think of it as my apology gift, how about that? To me, it's just a small part of making amends; to you, it might be just a small comfort."
He smiled slightly, his eyes sincere and warm.
In truth, he had long prepared himself for the worst.