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?

room as Luke and I exchanged uncertain glances. The weight of Sir Reynold’s expectation

second. But just as the tension reached its breaking point, Luke stood abruptly, his jaw

as he turned on his heel

for me, I wasn’t.

leaving behind a hollow emptiness tinged with the bitter taste of rejection. Sir Reynold’s steely gaze followed Luke’s retreating figure, his expression was

SILENT EXCHANGES

unreadable

had been forced upon was fraught with incertitude and Incumbency, a far cry from the fairy

this point, still through the ashes of shattered moments and unexpected situation, I found a

that bound us,

expectations thrust upon us.

enough to sustain us in the

me? Could we make something different out of this? These questions just kept on revolving in my

think of right now,” Sir Reynold

thoughts

could see that this marriage situation had brought something terrible between them, but Luke didn’t want to disrespect this man.

I could dwell further on Luke’s departure, Sir Reynold’s commanding voice sliced through the

tension once again.

maid promptly appeared at the doorway, her demeanor

Reynold instructed, his tone carrying a hint

escape the suffocating atmosphere of the living room. Rising from my seat, I followed Eva out of the room, casting one last glance over my shoulder at Sir Reynold, whose

it was really beautiful. Beautiful than our mansion, since these people were richer than us. They were in the five–star silk–stocking

guide, offering tidbits of information about each room we passed. Yet, despite her efforts to make me feel welcome, I

the air.

I found myself grappling with the reality of my situation. Trapped in a marriage of

wondered if between this story of wealth and privilege, there

not only the keys to its hidden

of empathy for her. There was