The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 137

This was Ramona’s birthday present for Ethan. She insisted on paying with her own card at the register.

But as soon as she finished packing up the clothes, Ethan turned around and led her next door to a high-end jewelry boutique, where he picked out a pair of matching rings and a pair of bracelets for them.

The rings and bracelets were elegantly simple; the lines were crisp and clean, free of ornate embellishments, yet the top-tier materials and exquisite craftsmanship gave them an understated, dazzling sheen.

Ramona’s gift—the designer clothes—had already cost over forty thousand dollars, but these rings and bracelets together came close to three hundred thousand.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Today’s supposed to be my turn to give you a present.”

“You gave me yours, I’ll give you mine. Consider them wedding gifts,” Ethan said with a faint smile, slipping the ring and bracelet onto her fingers and wrist himself, then gesturing for her to do the same for him.

Ethan wore a wristwatch worth nearly a million dollars, and Ramona couldn’t hide her amusement. “These are matching pieces, Mr. Jordon. Are you really going to wear them to the office? Aren’t you worried people will tease you?”

“Let them talk,” Ethan murmured in her ear, his voice low and teasing.

No one around could hear what he said, but their affectionate exchange was enough to draw stares—and more than a few envious whispers drifted their way, leaving Ramona’s ears burning red all over again.

She hurried to help him with the bracelet, but instead of stacking it on the same wrist as his watch, she fastened it on his right wrist. The slender band looked striking against his sharply defined wrist bones, adding a surprising touch of sensuality and elegance.

Ramona’s gaze lingered for a moment before she blurted, “Ethan, did you know you have really beautiful hands?”

Ethan chuckled at her words, turning his hand to gently catch hers before she could pull away, his fingers naturally weaving between hers.

“I do now.”

His palm was warm against her skin, heat radiating through their touch, and Ramona could feel her cheeks and the tips of her ears grow hot again. She tried to slip her hand free, but he only held her tighter.

“Come on,” Ethan said, leading her out of the boutique. “What’s next on the agenda?”

“Hmm… dinner. I’m starving,” Ramona replied, glancing down at the gleaming rings on their fingers as she spoke.

By the time they finished dinner, it was nearly nine. Suddenly, as though struck by a thought, Ethan tugged Ramona toward a nearby supermarket.

“What do you want to buy?” Ramona asked, curious. Ethan never struck her as the type to enjoy grocery shopping.

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