The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland novel Chapter 15

Emily stood in front of the glass case, her eyes moving slowly over the rows of wedding rings. Each one sparkled under the lights, some delicate, some bold, all of them beautiful. But her gaze paused on a single ring—less shiny than the others, simple but elegant. A thin platinum band with a tiny diamond resting like a star on top. It didn’t scream for attention. It just existed—quiet and refined.

"This one," she said softly, almost to herself.

Denovon, who had been standing behind her, smiled faintly. It was exactly the one he had picked out in his head when they walked in, but he hadn't said a word. He wanted her to choose. And just as he thought, she wasn’t the flashy type. She was graceful. Classy.

"Perfect," he said.

The attendant quickly packaged the ring, placing it carefully into a velvet box before handing it to Denovon. He thanked her with a slight nod and turned to Emily.

"Let’s go."

They walked out of Jewelry Empire and returned to the car. Emily sat on the passenger side and began fastening her seat belt. The silence in the car was warm, not awkward. A moment passed.

Then, as she clicked the buckle into place, Denovon reached out.

She blinked.

He took her left hand gently and, without saying anything, slid the ring onto her finger. The cool metal touched her skin, and something inside her stirred.

She hadn’t expected this.

Yes, they had bought a ring. Yes, they were married. But she never imagined he would put it on her right here, in the car.

Her gaze lifted slowly, and their eyes locked.

His eyes were sharp, deep, and quietly intense. There was no smirk on his face this time. Just calm. Steady. Watching her.

Emily's heart skipped.

From this close, he looked even more handsome. The kind of handsome that made you forget to breathe. The tension in the car rose, thick and quiet like the air before a storm.

Neither of them said anything.

They just stared.

Then, suddenly, Denovon smiled.

"Mrs. Rowland, won’t you help me with mine?"

He lifted his left hand slightly, his smile teasing, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Emily snapped out of the trance.

Her face flushed instantly. She had been staring. Completely lost. And now he caught her.

She cleared her throat awkwardly and took the ring from the box, sliding it onto his finger with slightly shaky hands. She didn’t dare look up.

Instead, she turned quickly to the window, hoping he wouldn’t notice how red her face was.

But he noticed.

He laughed.

A rich, warm laugh filled the car, breaking the silence like sunlight through clouds.

"Why are you embarrassed?" he said between laughs. "It’s not a bad thing to admire your husband."

Emily closed her eyes briefly, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow her whole.

He was enjoying this.

"You don’t have to be embarrassed," he continued, voice light. "You can admire your husband all you want."

She didn’t answer.

"Let’s go home," she muttered, still not turning to face him.

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