Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 409

The smaller ring was pure silver, but its peaks and slopes were encrusted with tiny diamonds, creating the illusion of a majestic, snow-capped range circling the finger.

She had to admit, she fell in love with them the second she saw them. Her eyes crinkling in delight, she threw her arms around his neck, playfully demanding, "I absolutely love these. Where did you buy them?"

Her eager affection sent a bolt of sweet, electric warmth straight to his chest. Still down on one knee, he effortlessly caught her, pressing a kiss beneath her ear. "I custom-designed them, Candie. They're entirely one-of-a-kind. Do you like them?"

Beaming, she nodded eagerly, holding the two bands up to the light to admire the craftsmanship. His gaze never left her profile, pausing only to press reverent kisses against her cheek.

He and Bonnie had shared the view of the snow-capped mountains many times. Back in Frostheim, he had trailed after her, posing as a stranger. While she watched the sunrise, awestruck by the golden glow striking the peaks, he could only stand in the shadows, silently praying for her lifelong happiness.

It was there she had finally said her goodbyes to him. They had laid all their cards on the table. Like a brutal avalanche, the icy fortress between them had shattered, cascading down until the sun melted away the bitter frost of the past.

That was her absolute closure, making peace with their history.

Then came Highvale. In the face of nature's wrath, even the strongest of humans were reduced to nothing. Amidst the towering snowscapes, standing behind the crowds by the banks of The Seraphim River, they had locked eyes.

In that silent exchange, they both fully comprehended the fragile beauty of life and the desperate necessity to cherish every waking moment.

Highvale was where they had been reborn.

After Lawrence had returned to Oasinia, he had gone through countless scrapped sketches before finally settling on this design. He hadn't intended them as formal engagement rings; he merely felt these bands carried a profound, undeniable weight.

It was as if he had forged the very spirit of the peaks that had watched over them straight into the metal.

By wearing it, they could forever carry the majestic aura of the Alpenglow Summit and the silent protection of the mountains.

Taking the smaller ring, he gently lifted her right hand, sliding it perfectly onto her middle finger before pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles.

After he cleared the dishes, he returned to find her perched at the desk, sketching away. Under the dim, warm light of the room, the diamonds on her ring caught the glow, flashing brilliantly.

However, the notoriously focused architect was clearly distracted tonight. Every few strokes, she would lift her right hand, flexing her fingers just to admire how the band looked.

Standing behind her, he tried his hardest to stifle a laugh. Hearing him, she whipped around, cheeks flushed, and chucked a pack of tissues right at his head.

When she turned back to her work, she finally stopped obsessing over the ring and got down to business.

A few minutes into sketching, her phone buzzed with a WhatsApp notification. She glanced at the screen—it was from the absolute menace standing right behind her.

Lawrence: *Truth is, I already bought your engagement ring. It's waiting back at the apartment.*

*Candie, once we get back... let's get married.*