Verity was lost in her playful banter with Colton in the softly lit private room. As I watched her, she signed the form without even a fleeting glance at the name, exactly as I had hoped.
As my fingers grazed the edge of the form, Verity's hand suddenly pressed down on mine. She paused, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully before asking, "Tyron, did you come here just for this?"
With my nod, her features hardened, growing visibly tense. Instantly, she jerked her hand back as if she had touched something unpleasant.
It dawned on me that her disgust likely stemmed from the blisters on my hand, remnants of the molten sugar I'd wrestled with in the kitchen. Knowing I had sickened her weighed heavily on my heart.
At that moment, Colton could not resist the temptation to tease, his smirk widening. "Tyron, that ring on your finger looks familiar. Isn't that a couple’s ring? Oh, wait, now I remember. I saw one just like it in my trash can a few days ago.”
I consciously ignored Verity’s discreet attempt to hide her ring finger, maintaining a calm demeanor as I responded, “Such ordinary rings are quite common. If you like it, I’d be happy to part with mine.”