Chapter 67 Wedding Ring
"Yeah." Charles nodded. "I had a cake in my hand, so I gave it to this little girl who was all alone outside the bakery."
After saying that, something seemed to click in his mind.
He took a step closer to Anna.
One hand pressed on the desk, the other brushed past the bookshelf behind her.
Charles smiled and his eyes locked on her. "Anya, was that little girl you?"
Anna's lips curved up without her even realizing it. She looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah, that was me."
She never thought the guy from back then would turn out to be Charles.
Charles wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Looks like we were meant to be. We met eight years ago, and now, eight years later, you're in my arms."
Anna wrapped her arms around his waist.
She lowered her eyes and gently leaned into his chest.
Fate really was a mysterious thing.
Before this, she never thought she and Charles had crossed paths so early.
Charles stroked her hair, took off the mask on his face, and placed it on the desk. He asked casually, "Did you eat that cake, Anya?"
"I did. It was really sweet," Anna said.
When Anna got home that day, Michael had already prepared a birthday cake, but she still ended up eating a big piece of the cake Charles had given her.
In the study, Charles placed the cake he made alongside the one he bought and turned to Anna, asking, "Anya, which one do you want to eat?"
One had to admit, Charles's baking skills were top-notch. The cake he made looked almost as good as the one from the bakery.
She pointed to the cake he made himself. "This one."
After blowing out the candles and making a wish, Charles took Anna to the living room.
Several high-end jewelry boxes were neatly arranged on the coffee table, with two velvet boxes containing rings in the middle.
He took out the wedding ring, held Anna's hand, and slowly put it on her ring finger.
The raw pink diamond already had excellent color, and now made into a wedding ring, it was even more dazzling.
Looking at the wedding ring on her slender finger, Charles couldn't help but tighten his grip on her hand.
A moment later, he picked up the other velvet box and handed the men's wedding ring inside to Anna. "Put it on me."
Charles's voice had this mesmerizing quality. By the time Anna realized it, the wedding ring was already on Charles's ring finger.
It was clear Charles had put a lot of thought into these two wedding rings.
The women's ring had a large, complete pink diamond, while the men's ring had many small pink diamonds embedded around the band.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see these two rings were a pair.
As Anna watched the ring slowly slide onto Charles's finger, she suddenly felt a very strange sensation in her heart.
On her birthday a year ago, she had rejected Michael's proposal ring.
A year later, on her birthday, she was wearing a wedding ring.
And at this moment, her marriage to Charles suddenly felt a bit more real.
Charles held her hand, their fingers interlocked.
The next moment, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of their hands.
The two rings sparkled together, their hands tightly clasped, looking perfectly matched.
"Happy birthday, little girl," Charles said with a smile, looking at Anna.
That sentence brought back memories from eight years ago. Anna's eyes lifted slightly, and on impulse, she hugged him, standing on tiptoe to kiss his lips.
From their wedding until now, this was the first time she had initiated a kiss.
Charles was briefly stunned.
Then, he quickly came to his senses and pulled her tightly into his arms.
Since the auction incident, there had been all sorts of gossip and speculation online about Charles and Anna's marriage.
Some said that a playboy just hadn't met the right person yet. And once he did, no matter how much of a playboy he was, he would settle down and be devoted to one person.
Others said that seeing how Charles defended his wife, he must have had feelings for her for a long time. Now that they were finally married, he naturally wanted to pamper her in every way possible.
Looking at the overwhelming posts, Michael clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning faintly white.
Soon, Nolan was called in.
Michael stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling road outside, and said in a deep voice, "Prepare to take action against the Percys."
Nolan was a bit surprised. "Mr. Tudor, the Percys have deep roots. If we go up against Apex Holdings Group, we might not."
Before he could finish, Michael's cold voice interrupted him. "At any cost, understand?"
"Yes!" Nolan said.
After Nolan left, Michael looked at the tall buildings outside, a few traces of fierceness gradually gathering in his eyes.
Nolan and the Tudors moved quickly. They knew that trying to shake the Percys' foundation in a short time was almost impossible.
So, Michael directly targeted the Percys' out-of-state branches. In just two days, he had intercepted several major deals of the Percys' branches with lightning speed.
Since the birthday, the relationship between Anna and Charles seemed to have subtly improved.
Although they still didn't interfere much in each other's personal lives as they had agreed before, their interactions seemed to have become a bit more warm and cozy.
It was already eight in the evening by the time Anna, after a long day of work, finally finished organizing and submitting her first journal article for publication.
Charles seemed very busy these past two days, completely unlike his previously idle self. He left early and returned late every day.
Anna went downstairs to get a glass of water, then went back upstairs and sat by the curved bedroom bay window.
The cat silently followed Anna up to the second floor with its little padded paws. Once Anna sat down, it snuggled its chubby body into her lap.
At 8:30 PM, when Charles came back and opened the bedroom door, he saw Anna in a silk nightgown, holding the cat and looking out the window from the bay window.
Charles quietly closed the door and walked towards the window.
Anna had just fallen asleep and didn't hear Charles come back.