Rory Linden was startled by the sudden ringing of the doorbell. She looked at Sean Harrison, feeling a little helpless.
In all the ti she had lived here, this was the first ti soone had rung the doorbell.
When the cleaning lady ca, she always used a different elevator and entered through a separate door, never coming to the main entrance to ring the doorbell.
And she certainly wouldn’t co at this hour.
Sean Harrison frowned slightly.
The doorbell rang again.
Rory Linden took a mont to react, then imdiately guessed who might be at the door...
When she glanced at Sean Harrison’s expression, it was clear he also knew who had arrived.
"I’ll get the door."
Sean Harrison swung himself into a sitting position.
He straightened his clothes as he walked to the door.
Rory Linden followed behind him.
When the door opened...
Standing outside was, just as she’d suspected, Nadia Willow.
The woman was wearing a two-piece, pale yellow silk pajama set.
It consisted of a robe over a silk slip.
The slip’s neckline was very low, making her cleavage exceptionally eye-catching.
Nadia Willow’s eyes were fixed solely on Sean Harrison as she spoke hesitantly, "Sean, um... the power in my apartnt suddenly went out. I don’t know what to do. Could you..."
"I gave you the property managent’s number."
Sean Harrison’s tone was icy.
Rory Linden understood the implication.
’It seems...’
’Nadia Willow has knocked on his door more than once, and she’s made similar requests before.’
Nadia Willow glanced at Rory Linden and asked cautiously, "So she really is your girlfriend... right?"
Rory Linden was standing to Sean Harrison’s left.
As Nadia Willow looked at her, her eyes were imdiately drawn to the ring on Rory’s left middle finger.
’A Red Diamond!’
Most people might not be able to tell the difference between a ruby and a Red Diamond at a glance.
But Nadia Willow was a jewelry designer.
To her, the difference between a ruby and a Red Diamond was significant.
She focused her gaze and took another careful look.
’It really is a Red Diamond...’
As a jewelry designer, Nadia Willow knew exactly how valuable a Red Diamond was.
In all her years in the industry, she had only ever seen one or two Red Diamonds, and they were all under a carat.
Before returning to the country, she had heard a rumor that a collector was selling a pear-shaped Red Diamond of about two carats for personal reasons.
Because Red Diamonds are exceptionally rare, and this one was not only over a carat but also of high quality...
...it caused quite a stir in the industry.
Nadia Willow knew she could never afford to acquire this diamond herself, but she had thought that if she ever found out who ended up with it, she would love to just see it in person.
’And now, judging by its carat weight and shape...’
’...the one on Rory Linden’s hand had to be that very sa Red Diamond.’
Rory Linden noticed Nadia Willow’s gaze was fixed on her dangling left hand, and she subconsciously pulled her arm back slightly.
Sean Harrison patted his pocket and, finding he didn’t have his phone, turned to Rory Linden. "Let borrow your phone for a second."
Rory Linden unlocked her phone and handed it to him.
After taking the phone, Sean Harrison imdiately dialed a number. After a brief conversation, he said to Nadia Willow, "I’ve spoken with property managent. They’re sending soone over to check on it right away. You can go back downstairs now."
As he spoke, he started to close the door.
"Sean, Sean!" Nadia Willow wedged her foot in the doorway. "I’m really scared of the dark. Could you please..."
"No."
Sean Harrison cut her off before she could even finish.
He looked at Nadia Willow coldly. "I don’t care if your amnesia is real or fake. I have a fiancée. If you need help, stop coming to ."
"...Alright."
Nadia Willow suddenly relented.
However...
...before leaving, she gave Rory Linden one last, deep look, then turned and stepped into the elevator.
That single glance left Rory Linden feeling uneasy.
Even after the door was shut, Rory Linden couldn’t help but ask, "Miss Willow won’t do sothing... rash, will she?"
"You’ve t her before?"
Sean Harrison put his arm around her as they walked back inside.
"I saw her this afternoon when I dropped off my luggage. She..." Rory Linden paused for a mont before asking Sean Harrison, "Do you think she really has amnesia?"
"She doesn’t have amnesia. She’s faking it."
Sean Harrison’s answer was decisive.
He didn’t hesitate for a second.
Rory Linden was surprised. "How do you know?"
’Judging by Nadia Willow’s behavior, she’s definitely committed to keeping up the act in front of Sean...’
They reached the bedroom door. "Let’s get changed and wash up first," he said. "I’ll tell you everything else after."
"Okay..." Rory Linden thought for a mont, then raised her left hand. "Maybe... I should lock this ring up for now. We can worry about it when it’s ti for the engagent..."
Rory Linden didn’t know the true value of the ring.
But she knew that no matter the price, it was an astronomical sum for her.
’What if I scratch it, damage it, or lose it?’
’I could work for the rest of my life and still not be able to afford to replace it.’
Sean Harrison said, "Keep it on. I like seeing you wear it."
"Well... it’s not convenient for to wear jewelry at work. I have to take it off for surgery, and if I wear it regularly, I’ll constantly be worried about losing it."
Rory Linden had no choice but to voice her concerns.
Many people might be able to wear their wedding rings for a lifeti.
But surgeons have to follow sterile procedures before an operation, which ans they absolutely cannot wear rings.
Sotis, she had back-to-back surgeries, spending the entire day in the operating room.
By the ti she might realize it was missing, hours could have passed since she last took it off.
Since Rory Linden had laid out her concerns so clearly, Sean Harrison didn’t press the issue.
He brought over the small jewelry box, placed the ring inside, and prepared to lock it in the safe inside the walk-in closet.
Rory Linden hadn’t intended to see what was inside the safe.
She was about to give him so privacy, but he pulled her over to his side.
As he opened the safe, he stated the code and explained the process out loud.
He demonstrated as he spoke.
When the safe opened, Rory Linden was stunned by its contents.
The safe itself was larger than she had imagined.
There wasn’t much inside—just a few file folders, a watch, several property deeds, and so heavy gold bars.
He placed the ring inside the safe.
After closing the safe, he turned to Rory Linden and said, "Did you morize the code and the steps I just showed you? Co on, give it a try."
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Rory Linden hadn’t been trying to morize it at all.
She never imagined there would be a test.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t morize it..." Rory Linden admitted honestly. "It’s your safe. I don’t need to know how to open it."
"You’re my fiancée, and you’ll be my wife. This code doesn’t just open this safe; it also opens the one at my house in the northern district."
Sean Harrison took her hand and said with great seriousness,
"What if I get kidnapped one day? If the kidnappers demand a ransom, soone has to be able to get into my safe."
"..."
Rory Linden found that reason a little hard to swallow.
Seeing her hesitation, Sean Harrison grabbed her hand and said earnestly, "You don’t have to ransom if you don’t want to. We aren’t signing a prenup anyway. If I die, all my assets will go to you."
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