Chapter 8

When Caleb found me, I was at a greenhouse-style cafe, in the middle of a date with my arranged marriage partner, Shawn Silton of Silton Group. Shawn rubbed a finger against the rim of his coffee cup lightly. In the past three years, this acquisition tycoon, nicknamed "Mad Wolf", had only ever shown his patient side to me. "Day 1227 of knowing you." He suddenly took out a blue velvet box from his coat pocket. "I've decided to stop counting the days." The instant he opened the box, the rays of sunlight shining in through the glass roof seemed to converge on the glittering centerpiece of the ring—a 12-carat rare pink diamond. Surrounding it were over 20 top-grade white diamonds. "I sent someone to collect it from the Sortan Bank last month." Lifting my wrist, which had a slim business watch adorning it, he added, "It suits you even more than I'd imagined." His right hand, which had steadily signed countless acquisition contracts, was shaking slightly out of nervousness. He then sai