He took out his black card and handed it to the manager. "Swipe it."
The manager was beaming. "Mr. Huntington, you really spoil your wife. This ring is priced at three million eight hundred and eighty thousand. Mrs. Huntington is truly lucky."
Rhys said nothing, his gaze fixed on Clara. Clara took off the ring and said indifferently, "Wrap it up. I want all the certificates complete."
He thought that buying something so expensive, especially something she explicitly requested, would make her at least a little happy. Maybe she would even rush over and kiss him like before. Instead, the money was spent, the ring was bought, and she was still cold.
Rhys couldn't help but ask, "You bought this just for the certificate?"
Clara said, "In case you go bankrupt one day, or we get divorced, this thing will be a liquid asset I can trade for a meal. Don't you agree, Hubby?"
Rhys's face darkened. Was there nothing in her head but divorce? Spending nearly four million just to get cursed with bankruptcy or divorce.
"Can't you hope for something good?" Rhys gritted his teeth and strode out.
Clara grabbed the bag and followed him, watching him storm off with a mood lighter than it had been in days.
In the car, Clara took out the diamond ring and admired it in the sunlight. Rhys rarely saw her look so money-hungry and found it somewhat amusing. "Stop looking at it. If you really like it, I'll give you one every anniversary."
"Sure," Clara said without turning her head. "Not just anniversaries. You can give them for any holiday, big or small. I won't complain about having too many."
"...Is there no end to this with you?"
Clara shrugged.
When they returned to the Huntington estate, Clara's good mood vanished. Margot hadn't left; she was playing chess with Old Mr. Huntington.
"You're back?" Mia saw them first, noticing the bag in Clara's hand. "Did you buy it?"
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