Chrisitan's POV.
The ring in her hand had his initials on them.
His name. Christian Miller.
Christian played the fingers of the right hand. The very hand that now has his name on it. How he had tuffet for so long, it had now become a reality, and nothing was getting in the way of that.
He narrowed his eyes at her sleeping form next to him, there was a possibility that she had not noticed that at the moment. Given that she had not taken the ring off nor had she examined before he had put it on her. Christian swallowed the chuckle, realizing that she would get to know where Grace would internally panic. And when he would ask her what it was, Grace was going to lie, try to defect from the topic only for her to tell him what was actually going on.
It was always the same cycle.
No matter how much you tried to hide from him, she would always end up telling him everything going on in her life. They both preferred it that way.
