Chapter 62

Anna stared blankly at the man in front of her, completely speechless by how shameless he could be. Finally, she just covered her face in silent surrender. The very next second, Julian peeled her chubby little hand off her eyes. He pulled out a deep blue velvet box from his pocket, popped it open, took out a diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg, and—without a word—slipped it right onto her left ring finger with practiced ease. "Forgot the ring. Oops," he said, as if that explained everything. He even looked serious while saying that, which only made things worse. Then, as if things weren't crazy enough, he pulled out a matching men's ring and handed it to her, raising his eyebrows like, "Your turn." Looking at that long, well-defined hand in front of her, Anna genuinely considered just chucking the ring back at his face. Was this how people proposed these days? So casual? So... in-your-face? If Julian really were her husband, she would've exploded already. Well, he's not... technicall