Chapter 11

Every word his friends uttered exploded in Wilson's ears like a thunderclap, leaving him frozen in place. He thought back to that cab around noon and that vaguely familiar "Ms. Warner". The memories he had ignored all came rushing back. Meanwhile, John was oblivious to Wilson's turmoil and continued rambling. "Actually, even if I hadn't called Ms. Warner, she seemed to know about it already. She asked me many questions that day and gave me a box to pass on to you tonight before she left." As John spoke, he handed over the item. Looking at the ring box in the manager's hands, Wilson felt like he couldn't breathe. His fingers trembled as he opened it, and the moment he saw the dazzling engagement ring inside, his chest tightened. Beside the ring sat a single pink button. His gaze locked onto the button, and suddenly, a memory surfaced—Natalie's complaint from three days ago when they left the hotel. "You should be a little gentler next time. You ripped the buttons right off my dre