Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

"Renee, listen to me." Cordelia held onto the last glimmer of hope. "The past is already in the past. If you keep digging into it, you'll only become more miserable. And if Toph sees you suffering, do you think he'll feel any better?"

"Aunt Cordelia..."

"I'll arrange the best psychologist for you." Cordelia gently stroked Renee's hair. "You're just unwell, and I believe you will get better."

Renee remained silent, the darkness in her eyes deepening.

The butler lightly knocked on the door and walked over to hand Le Fari to Cordelia.

Renee stiffened. When Toph tried to put the ring on her earlier, she pushed him away. She realized she had acted impulsively. This time, she decided to take the initiative and get the ring back.

"Aunt Cordelia, this..."

"There's no rush." Cordelia put up a hand with a gentle but firm gesture. She signaled to the butler, who immediately brought a jewelry box over.

After Cordelia placed the ring inside, the butler locked the box.

"Toph mentioned that the ring was too big for you." Cordelia chuckled. "I'll have the craftsman adjust it to fit you properly. We can't have people saying that the Hamertons don't even have a properly fitting ring."

"Aunt Cordelia, it's really not a big deal!" Renee hurriedly protested, "I can take care of the resizing myself..."

"Let me handle it." Cordelia looked at her as though she could see through her very soul. "Renee, I'll keep the ring safe for the time being. After all, it's an heirloom of the Hamertons. If it gets lost again, none of us will be able to bear the responsibility."

"No, it won't happen again! Absolutely not!"

be too sure." Cordelia got up and took her hand with a smile. "Your marriage to Toph is postponed anyway. There's no rush to

lip without

guests waiting for too long." Cordelia

Renee softly agreed, linking her arm with Cordelia's and slowly walking out

she glanced at the box in the butler's hand. It felt like a thorn had

now the ring gone,

knot in her heart seemed to tighten a little

with Chris, he would play a couple of rounds and stop. He would then sit alone on the couch, looking at his phone—sometimes distressed, sometimes

of beer from the fridge, and

lost!" Toph grinned

acting

replied

showed his

Chris looked at the messages,

would often be after he had sent several texts in a row. Her responses were usually quite vague, often just

Toph's mood would immediately lift whenever she did reply. If she ignored him, he would be

returned the phone, his tone serious. "Do you

he muttered under his breath, "No, it's not." "If it's not normal, then why do you indulge her?" Chris did not like seeing his cousin being treated unfairly. "From your chat history, it seems like every time you send a bunch of messages and are about to give up, she suddenly

at Chris in

think she's not as simple as we think." Chris took a sip of his beer. "Back in the military, we learned about psychological warfare. I think she's pretty

a sideways glance. "Renee

mature? Have you not analyzed

lowered his gaze