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Jawas thoroughly infuriated by her words, his chest heaving violently, and he sternly barked, “Take it off!”
Mariela spoke in a light and casual tone,“No.”
‘Fine! If you like it, then wear it. But
qm
never buy you a ring, and I'll never marry you!”
Mariela said, “Alright.”
Jawas at a loss as to what to do with her indifferent attitude.
He glared at her before storming out.
Juliette chased after him.“Jay, wait for me.”
After they left, the shop assistant asked, puzzled, “Ms. Logan, who were they?” “Unimportant people. Ignore
them.”
After three years of dating, Jahad never thought about marrying her.
Little did he know that he wasn’t even qualified to She took several photos wearing a ring and sent them to
Lennon. “How does it look?” she texted.
marry her, and she had
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never wanted to marry him.
Meanwhile, Lennon was in the CEO's office of the Stark Group in New York. He looked at the message
sent by the girl named “Marie” on He put down the documents in his hand and typed.
his phone, and a
smile appeared
on his lips.
“It looks great. Do you like it?”
“Yes, | do.”
The smile deepened on Lennon's face.
I'm glad.”
“Lenny, it’s very expensive, right?”
“Not at all. You deserve the best.”
His assistant Thomas Johnson stood by, waiting for Lennon to sign.
Thomas had secretly glanced at Lennon several times.
Thomas thought, “Am | seeing things?
“Mr. Stark is always so aloof. He's actually smiling?
“And he’s smiling so
sweetly?
“It seems he’s surrounded by a pink, lovey-dovey aura.”
I've signed. What are you looking at?” Lennon returned to his usual cold and icy demeanor when he looked at
Thomas. Thomas snapped back to reality and quickly took the documents from Lennon’s hands.“Nothing, Mr.
Stark. I'll go downstairs now.” Meanwhile, Mariela collected the ring and went to a nearby luxury watch store to
buy a watch for Lennon as a meeting gift when she returned to New York.
Deandre had sent her recent photos of Lennon.
Lennon had a cold, elegant demeanor, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and handsfeatures. He wasn’t much
different from her memory. She carefully selected a black wristwatch that suited him perfectly.
Just as she finished paying, an acquaintance approached.
“Marie, what are you doing here?”
It was Jaime’s friend, MaCrane.
That night at the gathering,
Mario
for
Mawas the
nearly three
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man
who
expressed
a
little
sympathy
for
Mariela.
years.
Her
impression
of
Mahad
alwave
Mariela had known Mariela replied, “I'm here to buy something.”
Maglanced at the bag in her hand
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Mariela didn’t want to waste texplaining, so she simply nodded.
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