He paused for a moment, folding the clothes with more care than I expected. I got curious about something.
"Where did you get that ring? Did you plan on proposing to me, or did it just happen? Because if it just happened, you wouldn’t have had the ring on you, would you?"
Emerson glanced up from the clothes, his expression thoughtful but unreadable. "Good question," he said, folding a dress with precision. "You want the truth?"
I nodded, my curiosity growing. "Of course."
He smiled softly, but there was something in his eyes, a mix of vulnerability and amusement.
"The truth is," Emerson began, his voice low and steady, "after your little proposal, I sat and thought about it. And in the end, I decided to help you. So, the first thing I did was buy that engagement ring."
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