Unexpectedly, he wore a simple diamond ring on his slender ring finger.
It's exactly the one she bought before.
Clara froze and even forgot to sit down at the table. Finally, Horace looked up at her.
"What's the matter?" Horace opened his mouth, glancing at her empty fingers and raising his eyebrows slightly. "Where's your wedding ring?"
Clara felt a little embarrassed at once.
When she bought the ring before, she didn't know that her husband was actually a billionaire, so she bought the ring with the simplest style.
This ring was too simple and crude for Horace.
Therefore, on the first night when she moved here, she casually put the ring, which was originally intended to be given to Horace, into the drawer of the dresser.
As a result, she didn't wear her own one in front of Horace and didn't wear it until she went back to the company.
Unexpectedly, Horace found the ring she put away and put it on.
Clara had to reach out and take out the ring in her bag. When she put it on, she couldn't help whispering, "I'm sorry. I just randomly picked a common style."
Horace's corners of his mouth curved up. "It doesn't matter. It looks very nice."
Clara didn't know how to answer, so she had to sit down and eat breakfast, without saying a word.
She suddenly realized that this man was far more overbearing and unpredictable than she thought.
She didn't know what Horace was thinking about.
Living together these days, she felt that Horace was a little strange.
She originally thought that since Horace had difficulty in moving, there should be many people around him to take care of his daily life. But there were only Donald and Martha in the whole family, and there was no one to take care of him personally.
For example, how did he move from the wheelchair to the bed alone?
How did he bathe alone every day? When did he take a shower?
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