The Love From Vengeance

381: SILENT EXCHANGE

ARIEL’S POV

Sir Reynold clapped his hands, and a helper swiftly entered the living room, carrying a small box. With a nod from Sir Reynold, the helper approached Luke and handed him the box. Luke took it, his eyes briefly shuddering towards me before focusing on the box in his hands.

Sir Reynold’s voice broke the tense silence. “Open it, Luke.”

Luke hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on me before he slowly lifted the lid of the box. Inside gleamed a stunning diamond ring, catching the light in a mesmerizing display

Sir Reynold’s voice was firm. “Put it on her finger, Luke.”

Luke’s eyes darted to mine once again, a cold intensity burning in them. For what felt like an eternity, we locked eyes, a silent exchange of emotions passing between us.

Sir Reynold’s tone grew impatient. “What are you waiting for, Luke? Put the ring on her finger.”

With a reluctant nod, Luke rose from his seat, his movements deliberate as he approached me. He knelt before me, his expression unreadable as he took my hand in his. The touch sent a shiver down my spine,

but I refused to let it show.

With deliberate slowness, he slid the ring onto my finger, his gaze never leaving mine. The load of the moment hung heavy in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the fate that had been thrust upon us.

I felt a sense of resignation as the diamond sparkled on my finger. This ring was more than just a piece of jewelry, it was a symbol of the life that awaited me, bound to a man I barely knew, in a marriage dictated by imperative rather than love.

But as I looked into Luke’s eyes, I saw something twitch beneath the icy facade. Was it regret? Resignation? Or perhaps something else entirely?

Only time would tell.

Still in s

silence, Sir Reynold’s piercing gaze bore into Luke. “Kiss her, Luke,” he commanded, and I could only wonder what happened between these two?

weight of

second. But just as the tension reached its breaking point,

his voice betraying a hint of defiance as he turned

me, I

the bitter taste of rejection. Sir Reynold’s steely gaze followed Luke’s retreating figure,

SILENT EXCHANGES

unreadable

incertitude and Incumbency, a far cry

at this point, still through the ashes of shattered moments and unexpected situation,

perhaps, in spite of the constraints that bound us,

the expectations thrust

that hope would be enough to sustain us in

Could we make something different out of this? These questions

right now,”

thoughts

responded calmly, pretending not to know what was going on between these two. I could see that this marriage situation had brought

further on Luke’s departure, Sir Reynold’s

tension once again.

he called, and a maid promptly appeared at the doorway, her

Reynold instructed,

nodded silently, grateful for the opportunity to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the living room. Rising from my seat, I followed Eva out of the room, casting one last glance

corridors of the mansion, and it was really beautiful. Beautiful than our mansion, since these people were richer than us. They were

offering tidbits of information about each room we passed. Yet, despite

the air.

my situation. Trapped in a marriage of convenience, hurled to a man

through the ornate halls of the mansion, I wondered if between this story of wealth

this mansion, I would find not only the keys to its hidden chambers but

felt this pang of empathy for her. There was something in