When Love Turns to Ashes

Chapter 231 Designing Her Wedding Ring

Upon hearing the fire, Caden froze once again.

He remembered the little girl in his dream who disliked him.

In the midnight reverie, the endings of all dreams were that a little girl rushed into the fire scene, holding the silhouette of a blurry woman.

The two of them exchanged a smile and disappeared in his dream.

Beatrice took the opportunity to break free from Caden's confinement and stood a few steps away from him.

She said angrily with a hint of pleading, "Uncle Caden, I may not be able to defeat you, but I am also a human being. Haven't you and your son humiliated me enough? Do you really have to have everyone point their fingers at me and call me a worthless person before you will stop?" After saying that, she turned around and left.

Caden reached out to grab her, but only managed to grab the coat draped over her shoulders.

Beatrice briskly pulled off Caden's coat and walked away without looking back, then disappeared into the wind and snow.

Caden had snow piled on his shoulders, and Keith quickly stepped forward to hold an umbrellat for him.

"Mr. Caden, you must hide Ms. Lindsey here, if Sir Baldwin finds out, it could be...

"He has always liked to leave a trick."

Caden coldly lit a cigarette, hiding complex emotions in, the white emptiness

"What move?" Keith was confused.

"Cut the grass and remove the roots."

Caden exhaled a puff of white mist, raising his gaze to look at the house in front of him. Following the spot that Beatrice had just pointed out, images had already formed in his mind. Finally, his gaze settled on the small vegetable garden, where it seemed like two very important people to him were standing.

He put out the cigarette and sighed, "Beatrice, she shouldn't think it's over just like that."

Keith saw the paranoia in Caden's eyes and was momentarily speechless.

Beatrice returned home in a daze, but to her surprise, Audrey immediately opened the door upon hearing the sound.

"Back already? Look at you, just recovered from your illness, your face is pale from the cold. I've prepared hot pot, come in."

"Thank you."

Beatrice did not refuse, because she did not want to be alone now, and she was afraid of overthinking.

As soon as I entered

I entered Audrey's house and sat down, she handed me two cups.

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like

Beatrice looked

Audrey's apparent

preparedness.

saying, "Having some drinks with hot pot is enjoyable. Tomorrow, there won't be any more things to

mention anything, poured the wine, served the fatty

asleep as

afternoon tea with her colleagues after finishing the cleaning.

life, she got married and had children right after graduation. Not to mention going out for fun, even going

that she had

her to enjoy herself. Just as I was thinking, the front desk

someone is looking

cup and said, I will

downstairs, she saw a

It was Bella.

"Beatrice."

Soder, how did you

me Bella,"

a look.

from standing for too long, so

think of me as too fragile. I wore this and went

"Amusement park?"

speaking, Beatrice realized that her tone was a bit strange and quickly turned around to ask the receptionist for help in pouring a

saying, "Look, we took a lot of photos. I want to use them for the engagement banquet

glanced at Bella's phone, and the smiles of the two

was nurtured by love, and her grace and naturalness radiated from within, without any

Chapter 211 Designater

in

Caden appeared more relaxed than usual next

looked good in every photo. Beatrice, however, felt a bit uneasy and didn't know where to

It's up to the two of you to decide," she smiled and immediately changed the subject, "By the way, what did you want

so beautiful that he wears it every day and can't bear to take it off. So, I want to ask you to help me design a piece of jewelry as well." "What jewelry?" Beatrice maintained a

veil's crown, were not a big challenge for her. Bella touched her cheek and blushed slightly, saying, "A ring." Beatrice's hand froze as she handed her the

the ring, but besides being expensive, it didn't suit me at all. I hope our ring can be worn on our fingers every

confusion "Beatrice? Beatrice? What's wrong with you?" Bella snapped back to reality and called out twice Beatrice quickly put down her cup and smiled helplessly, "I'm sorry, I haven't designed wedding rings before, so I may not be able to help you. Otherwise, I can introduce you to my colleague who has

said, "Actually, it was my uncle who recommended you, and I have seen your designs, which perfectly match

astonishment. "Sir

Beatrice's refusal

оп

her

lips

benefits for himself," Bella chuckled,

heard, however, was