Chapter 12 Menu Jaime was thoroughly infuriated by her words, his chest heaving violently, and he sternly barked, âTake it off!â Mariela spoke in a light and casual tone,âNo.â
âFine! If you like it, then wear it. But ×××× never buy you a ring, and Iâll never marry you!â
Mariela said, âAlright.â
Jaime was at a loss as to what to do with her indifferent attitude.
He glared at her before storming out.
Juliette chased after him.âJay, wait for me.â
After they left, the shop assistant asked, puzzled, âMs. Logan, who were they?â âUnimportant people. Ignore them.â
After three years of dating, Jaime had never thought about marrying her.
Little did he know that he wasnât even qualified to She took several photos wearing a ring and sent them to Lennon. âHow does it look?â she texted.
marry her, and she had never wanted to marry him.
Meanwhile, Lennon was in the CEOâs office of the Stark Group in New York. He looked at the message sent by the girl named âMarieâ on He put down the documents in his hand and typed.
his phone, and a smile appeared on his lips.
âIt looks great. Do you like it?â
âYes, I do.â
The smile deepened on Lennonâs face.
Iâm glad.â
âLenny, itâs very expensive, right?â
âNot at all. You deserve the best.â
His assistant Thomas Johnson stood by, waiting for Lennon to sign.
Thomas had secretly glanced at Lennon several times.
Thomas thought, âAm I seeing things?
âMr. Stark is always so aloof. Heâs actually smiling?
âAnd heâs smiling so ...
sweetly?
âIt seems heâs surrounded by a pink, loveyâdovey aura.â
Iâve signed. What are you looking at?â Lennon returned to his usual cold and icy demeanor when he looked at Thomas. Thomas snapped back to reality and quickly took the documents from Lennonâs hands.âNothing, Mr. Stark. Iâll go downstairs now.â
Meanwhile, Mariela collected the ring and went to a nearby luxury watch store to buy a watch for Lennon as a meeting gift when she returned to New York.
Deandre had sent her recent photos of Lennon.
Lennon had a cold, elegant demeanor, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and handsome features. He wasnât much different from her memory. She carefully selected a black wristwatch that suited him perfectly.
Just as she finished paying, an acquaintance approached.
â
âMarie, what are you doing here?â
It was Jaimeâs friend, Mario Crane.
That night at the gathering, Mario for Mario was the nearly three man who expressed a little sympathy for Mariela.
years.
Her impression of Mario had alwave Mariela had known Mariela replied, âIâm here to buy something.â
Mario glanced at the bag in her hand < Chapter 12 Mariela didnât want to waste time explaining, so she simply nodded.