Lucas observed the touch of annoyance between Elena's brows, put on a necklace and earrings for her piece by piece, then stretched out his hand, retrieved a sapphire ring, held up her right hand, pausing the ring for half a second between her middle and ring finger, and, with a mild sigh, slid the ring onto her middle finger.
"You're bluffing, your moves for brushing hair are even more skillful than mine!" Elena looked at the sapphire ring on her middle finger—the sapphire gemstone had been cut beautifully, and on closer look, was in the style of a lilies, each petal very exquisite and pretty. The ring seemed to have preserved the warmth of Lucas's fingers—a wave of warmth on her middle finger traveled all the way to her heart, in a way she couldn't resist.
