Ryan's expression darkened as he struggled to suppress the storm of emotions raging within him —a mix of fear and fury together. Fear that he might be too late to realize his feelings for Arwen. And fury that someone else has taken the chance that was meant for him.
His fingers clenched into fists as he said slowly. "That one piece of jewellery means nothing to me, Aunt Catrin. But what bothers me is Arwen being willing to get one of such significant pieces for someone who might not be rightfully deserving. I fear that her such decision is not taken on a whim, rather she is truly deciding to accept that man as her fate."
He then turned around to face Catrin again and continued, his brows knitted in firm concern, "If something like that happened, none of my efforts to see my sincerity would be enough to bring her back."
