Ferris remained silent with a cold bexpression/b.

Ashley beside him looked at me with a bright smileb: /b“What a coincidence, Aurora. Ferris and I are also here to look at rings today.”

bI /bsneered inwardly.

So the phone call Ferris had received earlier was from Ashley.

His “business” was apanying Ashley shopping, apanying her to look at rings?

Ferris offered no exnationb, /btacitly confirming Ashley’s words.

Ashley’s gaze fell on the ring on my hand.

She said in surprise: “Wowb, /bthat blue diamond in the center looks like it’s at least five carats. And there’s a circle of rare pink diamonds around it. This ring must cost at least seven or eight million, right?”

She appeared surprised, but her tone was actually quite provocative, seemingly questioning whether I had the financial means to purchase such a ring.

Regarding Ashley’s provocative words, I only gave a perfunctory “oh” and continued to admire the ring on my hand nonchntly.

I had to admit, Adrian had excellent taste–I was very satisfied with this ring.

“Aurora, your ring is really beautiful. It must be very expensive,” Ashley said with a smile.

“Yes, I think it’s very beautiful too.”

Ferris’s expression was extremely ugly: “Aurora, didn’t you hear what I just said? Take off the ring.”

“Why?” I tilted my head to look at him with feigned confusion.

‘What are you trying rings for?”

Ferris could no longer contain himself and angrily said: “I told you, given our rtionship, we don’t need things like wedding rings!”

Ashley’s lips curved in an barely perceptible arc, secretly pleased.

‘Aurora, Ferris and I are here today to try rings at Victoria’s suggestion.”

Ashley’s meaning was clear: she was the new daughter–inw that Ferris’s mother favored, already receiving approval.

I looked at the couple before me with amusement, particrly ncing at Ashley’s stomach.

She still didn’t know that once she became Ferris’s Luna, she’d face endless pressure to bear children.

Besides, I was just trying on an engagement ring my fiancé had custom–made–what were these two getting so worked up about?

One narcissistically assuming this ring was meant to pressure him.

One provocatively showing off that she’d gained Victoria’s approval.

These people–I couldn’t care less about them now.

“Oh, I see.” My tone revealed no emotional ripples.

Both Ashley and Ferris were slightly stunned, not expecting me to bepletely indifferent.

Ashley studied my face, observing my expression, trying to find traces of jealousy and unwillingness.

However, bmy /bexpression was wless.

Ashley couldn’t gauge the situation anymore.

Was bI /bpretending not to care or truly didn’t careb? /b

bFerris’s /bbface /bhad darkened bto /bthe extreme.

“Aurora, did you know Ashley and I wereing here to look at rings today and deliberately wait here for meb?/bb” /b

“I thought throwing away your ring at the banquet already made my attitude clear.”

“Even if you wear this ring, you still won’t be a real Luna.”

Ferris pressed aggressively: “Look at yourself now–what do you look like? Even I feel embarrassed!”

He was truly angryb, /brattling off a whole string of usations.

Yet I wasn’t angry at all.

bI /bsmiled good–naturedly: “I’m embarrassingb?/bb” /b

“I remember we haven’t separated yet, so that would make Miss Carter the third party, wouldn’t it? And you’d be a cheating scumbag. So who’s really