Not knowing how long it had passed, I felt the car had stopped and he carried me into the house.
It was pitch black in front of me. I opened my eyes a little bit, looked around at the scene in front of me, and realized that I was home.
Our home.
I was carried upstairs by Shelton.
Lying on the spacious and soft bed, I was in a mess. What would happen next?
"What if he really wants to..."
"I can't say no to it anyway."
"After all, I will marry him tomorrow."
I just laid there.
I heard his footsteps coming from far to me. He walked to me and sat on the bed.
When I was waiting for him to do something, I felt he put something on my left ring finger.
An ice-cold thing.
The ring.
He put on the ring for me again.
I felt like a poisonous needle had pierced into my heart. It didn't look like a big deal, but the poison inside was dispersing.