After my family abandoned me—I sold my emotions for 800,000 Chapter 07
A diamond ring that big, even if I sold it secondhand at a rock–bottom price, would be worth more than decades of my working shifts at Starlight Lounge.
It must have been heaven taking pity on me for the miserable past decade and more, sending this lucky break my way.
Without a second of hesitation, I stepped
forward and kissed Lucien on the cheek.
Maybe it was just my imagination.
I actually spotted Lucien’s earlobes turning
red.
I picked the diamond ring up off the floor
and said, “A promise is a promise. This is
mine now.”
With that, I clocked out like nothing out of
the ordinary had happened.
I slept like a log in my rental apartment.
My brother and Graham were still blowing up my phone through all kinds of channels.
I had only blocked them on Facebook earlier,
since I was in too much of a rush.
Now that I finally had time, I went through
everything one by one, blocking them fully across every platform–Facebook,
Instagram, the campus forum, even my
phone number, no gaps left whatsoever.
The next day, I was woken up by loud
banging on my door.
My first thought was that my brother and
Graham had tracked me down.
But the person standing outside the door
was Lucien.
I snapped through the door, annoyed, “What are you doing here?”
The famously prestigious Lucien was
wearing an exquisitely tailored suit.
Standing in the dusty corridor of Ashwood
Court, he asked awkwardly, “Is this Ms.
Hazel?”
“No,” I denied flatly.
As the heir of the Vanderbilt Group, Lucien
had been raised in lavish privilege his whole
life, and was notorious for his terrible
temper.
He got angry immediately, “Hazel, are you taking me for a fool??”
The door across the hall banged open, and
an elderly woman stepped out.
“What’s all this racket early in the morning?
You woke up my grandson! If you don’t cut it out, I’m calling the police!”
Lucien instantly cowered when faced with
the old woman.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry for disturbing you. I just
came to ask for something back…”
The old woman’s expression turned even
more contemptuous immediately.
She looked Lucien up and down, shaking her head, curling her lip, and clicking her
tongue.
She may as well have had the words “Men
who ask for gifts back after a breakup are pathetic” written across her face.
Of course, I had to yell from behind the door
right then, “What kind of rule says you can
ask for a ring back after you’ve given it away? Why should I return it just because you gave it to me last night and want it back
today?”
Seeing that the old woman’s disdain was
about to grow even worse, Lucien panicked
too:
about to grow even worse, Lucien panicked
too:
“Who’s asking you to return it? I came here
to ask if you’ll marry me!”
No way.
I just took a ring from him, and now he
wants me to take responsibility by marrying
him?
