Besides, more importantly, how could she really wear sothing 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 ant, 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 engagent ring, think of it as my apology gift, how about that? To , it’s just a small part of making ands; 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.
No matter the reason, as long as she was willing to accept it, that would be the best outco.
He no longer wanted to dwell on the so-called identity or aning; now the only important thing was to let her accept his feelings.
When Clara Bennett heard this, she was first stunned, then raised her eyebrows, a teasing tone in her voice.
"Oh, so there’s such a good thing? Are you suggesting I can choose any gift without considering the price, right?"
A cunning smile appeared on her face, looking both clever and mischievous, yet her gaze remained scrutinizing.
William Foster was startled for a mont, then showed a charming smile.
That smile was tinged with innocence, yet carried a feeling that made one want to tenderly cherish it.
His voice was low and gentle: "Yes, for my dearest Clara, anything is possible. Do you know, in this world, if you ask who treats the best, my answer will always be only one person, and that’s you, Clara. You are the one who never gave up on during the darkest, life and death monts of my life."
Clara Bennett suddenly froze for a few seconds upon hearing this.
She blinked, the light in her eyes flickering slightly, as if hiding so complex thoughts: "Wait..."
She paused her words, her voice becoming slower and softer, "These things you just said... are they true? Or are they just made up to make accept this ring?"
William Foster did not rush to answer but fell into a brief silence.
His eyebrows furrowed gently, his expression seed to age instantly.
After a long pause, he slowly spoke, his tone filled with bitterness and hidden pain: "The feeling of being abandoned is terrible, isn’t it? That sense of helplessness cuts through the heart like a knife."
He raised a hand to rub his forehead, as if these mories were too heavy for him, almost collapsing the defenses of his heart.
In fact, he also understood that such outpouring wasn’t without a bit of selfishness.
After all, who would mind showing a bit of weakness to appease his own wife?
So, he shrugged nonchalantly, his tone casual but carried an imnse weight: "To be honest, I might have experienced quite a few similar things in the past. But the exact number... perhaps could be described as countless tis."
William Foster said, a slight smile tugging at his lips, but no matter how you looked at it, the smile seed a bit illusory.
He paused, then continued: "Actually, each ti I hoped to catch up with those who left, to tell them I would change, I’d beco better. But... alas, my legs don’t move as they should, ultimately unable to keep up with their pace. Later, I simply gave up the chase, too lazy to bla others. After all, everyone has their own aspirations, it’s not sothing you can force."
He lifted his head to look at Clara Bennett, his gaze as gentle as a spring morning.
"Sotis I truly can’t help but fantasize, if back then soone was willing to persist just once, even for a brief mont, maybe everything would have been different... but unfortunately, Lady Luck never favored . Not until I t you did I realize I had found soone worth relying on, and since then I no longer brood over past regrets."
This speech gradually transitioned from probing to a genuine expression of emotion.
As he spoke later, he didn’t even notice his tone had choked up, or that he had forgotten his original intent to hide his true feelings.
Those blurred mories ca flooding in, so vivid, so hazy, like a tangled ss cluttering his mind.
Yet at the sa ti, he quickly suppressed them all, forcing himself back to rationality.
These subtle changes were all observed by Clara Bennett, and at this mont, her gaze beca even deeper.
Clara Bennett was completely moved.
Ah, one must admit, William Foster’s judgent of people was impressively accurate, managing to choose a soft-hearted woman.
Clara Bennett did not fully believe every word he said, but she understood very well that feeling of deep-seated dilemma and sorrow in one’s heart.
That complex emotion seed like an invisible lock, firmly ensnaring the soul, making one unable to breathe.
She couldn’t help but recall the painful ti in a previous life when her leg was injured.
During that ti, her world suddenly beca empty, everyone seed to turn into indifferent strangers.
The whole world appeared to lose its warmth, leaving nothing but cold grayness.
Every day her nerves were tense, afraid that soone might poison her food, even the als carefully prepared by the housemaid, she dared not touch casually.
Fear, like an invisible beast, gnawed at her reason and trust.
At night, when silence reigned, she could only painstakingly crawl down the stairs to take so cold food from the fridge, secretly eating it under the covers.
Occasionally making a slightly larger movent, she could even hear the subtle sound of her joints scraping.
Sotis, being too weak to move, she was forced to ingest expired, spoiled food just to get by...
These mories were too vivid, so much that recalling them now, she still felt a faint pain in her stomach.
If at that ti, soone suddenly treated her with extraordinary kindness, would she have wholeheartedly believed them?
The answer was obviously no.
After experiencing too much hurt, a person’s heart has long built a heavy wall, sealing themselves off tightly, allowing no one close.
So even if soone approached, even if soone showed kindness, she would still instinctively doubt, probingly, until convinced this person was trustworthy.
And this process often needs consuming too much ti and energy, leaving one exhausted.
Clara Bennett sighed, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "I can temporarily accept the ring, and use it when needed. Today, to avoid delaying the registry, I’ll let you off this ti."
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