Chapter 3

Martin Franklin walked into the bedroom after his shower, meeting my gaze. He tried to act casual, saying, "Sorry, I left in a hurry today."

"Have you decided on the ring? I can go with you to buy it tomorrow."

"No need."

I no longer needed him to buy it for me. My words seemed to vex Martin, and he glared at me coldly.

"Mila, do you really have to give me the silent treatment? I’m not refusing to get it for you."

"Am I really that old?"

I clenched my fists and suddenly looked up, interrupting him.

Hearing this,…