Two Years of Marriage, I Never Got My Wedding Ring Chapter 37

Two Years of Marriage, I Never Got My Wedding Ring Chapter 37

Alessio placed the little gray booklet on the edge of the table.

“I asked your assistant. And the owner of the convenience store downstairs. And your college roommate.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve been busy.”

He nodded.

“Mm. Catching up.”

I almost choked on my soup.

Alessio immediately handed me a glass of water.

“Slowly.”

I took a sip of water and looked up at him.

“Alessio, you know you don’t seem much like a CEO right now.”

He glanced down at the cheap ring on his hand.

“Then what do I seem like?”

I thought about it.

“Like a college student who just learned how to date.”

A flicker of discomfort crossed his face.

“That works, too.”

I laughed.

We ate slowly.

There were no Riccis, no Sofia, no room full of cameras and prying eyes.

Just the noisy chatter of the street market, steaming hot soup, and Alessio, clumsily picking out the parsley I didn’t like, leaf by leaf.

After we finished, he didn’t immediately take me back to my apartment.

We walked along the street, past the closing stalls.

When we reached the ring vendor, she was packing up for the night.

Alessio stopped.

He took the ring box he had never opened from his pocket.

I looked at him.

“You’re not going to propose here, are you?”

Alessio froze.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that.”

I looked up at the canopy of string lights overhead.

“It’s a lot more comfortable than the Ricci family ballroom.”